As Samia was led through the streets, away from the courtyard and towards the mountains, she couldn't help but wonder what the Shadow Blades were doing. She hoped they had managed to escape unscathed, but she couldn't think about that now. Her focus was on surviving the upcoming week of hard labour, naked and shackled, as punishment for her actions.
The journey to the mountains seemed to last forever, it took a while for her feet to get used to the rocks they walked over and Samia's mind wandered to all sorts of thoughts as she walked. Had the others gotten away? Was Reynaldo safe?
Samia followed the guards up the winding mountain path, her shackles jingling with each step. She couldn't help but think about how different her life was from the one she had known. Gone were the days of jewelled gowns and seductive whispers; in their place was the harsh reality of manual labour and public humiliation.
The guards led her to a rocky outcropping where she would spend her days working. It was a harsh and unforgiving landscape.
“Today, you break rocks,” one of the guards said. He licked his lips, checking out her body as he handed her a pickaxe.
Samia gave a small, bitter laugh as she took it, her eyes flicking between the guard and the jagged rocks that surrounded them. She had never done manual labour in her life, but she knew that she had to survive this punishment and live to see her friends again.
The axe was a little heavy, even in both hands. It was tricky to get a good grip on it with her hands shackled.
She took a deep breath and swung the pickaxe at the rock, feeling the raw power of the strike. It was hard work, but she could feel her arm muscles starting to ache already. She swung the pickaxe down as hard as she could, barely denting the rock.
Her tits jiggled with each strike, and she felt the guards’ stares burning into her exposed skin.
As Samia swung the pickaxe again and again, sweat poured down her body, and she felt her muscles scream in protest. But she didn't stop, she couldn't stop. She couldn't afford to think about the pain, about the shame, because that would only make it worse. She had to focus on the task at hand and get through it.
“Keep moving, whore!" Frost yelled, spittle flying from his lips. "You're not going to break these rocks with your pretty face!"
Samia gritted her teeth, ignoring the sting of the slap as she lifted the pickaxe again. She glanced down at her naked, shackled body and felt a wave of shame wash over her. She found herself fighting back tears.
There was another slap, and another, now on her face and tits.
Samia cried out in pain, her cheeks burning from the **** of each blow, but she refused to give up. She swung the pickaxe again and again, her movements more frenzied than before. The sharp sound of metal hitting rock echoed through the mountains, drowning out the guards' taunts.
