The galley slave had become numb within and her brain was shot, nerves seared out of her skin, leaving only a fear of increasing pain.
The galley slave felt sick, sick in the stomach and unable to focus at all. How long was a moment, did they still add up to days? Was there any reality left that wasn't this total pain?
The galley slave had arrived in hell, yet was quite sure the place belonged to the one with the whip.
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