Return to work.

You worry about the saffron maiden, how she may react to being spurned by you. The work must be done, even if you fear for your life.

...

The morning dew felt nice on your ankles when two burly guards blocked your path. One pushes you as they flank your rear.

"The Duke says you been watchin' the lady, that stops today." One says with finality.

Both men begin to wail on your body with their complete ****. Your face is bludgeoned and battered. They continuously stomp on your carcass with their steel boots. Under the strain you begin to cry out....