“I hope her wounds will infect, and she dies,” Inga whispered to Tuija. Tuija looked at Inga and hit her whip between Raisa’s legs. Jorma didn’t have any time to react.
Raisa was between continuousness and unconsciousness. She was thirsty, and her skin was burning from pain. If she had something in her belly, she would vomit. The whipping had stopped, and people were talking around her.
Suddenly whip slashed between her legs, hurting her most sensitive part. She was shouting for pain and gasping air to breathe.
“That woke her,” Tuija said to Jorma.
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