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Chapter 4 by RedMonika

The guards grab you.

Let them take you away.

As the bailiff grabs your arm you instinctively pull away, offended that any man would dare grab you. He will have none of it and clamps down on your arm and forces you towards the door.

Though discussed by this travesty of so called royal justice you decide that further struggle will be useless at this time. As you are marched out of the courtroom you hear the whispers of the observers as the watch you leave.

?Getting what she deserves.?

?This isn?t justice.?

?I hope her men free her tonight.?

?Do you think we will be able to see her bare tits when they whip her??

Go with the guards as they return you to your prison cell.

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