Put on display

The guards dragged the girls to newly installed X crosses that replaced the spikes they had used to burn the mages previously. “This’ll do.”

Ciri’s eyes widened as she was shackled to the X, ankles and wrists. She was on complete display. Greta wailed as the same was done to her. “Please no!” Greta sobbed. “I don’t wanna be naked! I don’t wanna be on display!”

Ciri really felt guilty as she wanted to comfort Greta.

The crowd surrounded the girls, all eyes on them. “Is that red head really a grown woman? She looks to be 12, I say,” a woman sneered.

Greta cried as her position made her chest appear even flatter than it already was, her little pink nipples standing outward in a humiliating fashion. “PLEASE!” Greta sobbed. “Let me go!”

“I think not,” the guards said. “We’re going to have some fun with you lot.”

The guard approached Ciri, grinning wide. “Especially you, lass,” as he touched her bare breast.

Ciri blushed as she squirmed trying to get loose. Her only hope was that someone would help them. Anyone.

And then Ciri noticed a figure approaching quickly. She recognized their voice immediately and there was a glimmer of hope.