My Crippled Ex-Husband Is An Emperor

Retaliation

“Get to work!” The whip hit her back and she let out a shrill scream. She could barely move as the open injuries stung.

“I said get to work!” The second lash had her moving like a worm bathed in salt.

Earlier, she thought there was no way death could be better than torture, but with the way things were going, she was soon going to eat her words.

Mona forced herself off the ground, just in time to avoid the third lash. She struggled to lift the sacks of ash.

The guards did not allow her to carry one at the time so she had to move all five sacks at once. Each time she dropped it, she was rewarded with a whip.

Gritting her teeth as she lifted the sacks, she dragged her feet in the direction of the kitchen. She prayed to the gods that she could get there before it dropped again.

Her palms were already peeling up and it hurt a lot because of the friction. The guards didn't consider her plight. They just wanted her to do the work assigned to her.

Finally, she reached the kitchen and dr