Chapter Thirty-Four

Liberty’s POV

Aadhya, the first witch, has been waiting for me! I don’t understand what she has in mind, but the display going on in front of me is distracting. I wince and gasp as each crack of the whip opens the woman’s skin and deep claret blood paints her back.

“It didn’t go on for long. I wasn’t concerned for myself, I had already decided I would not live beyond this moment. My thoughts were with my girls, I didn’t want them to be subjected to the lives these men would have them live. We are not here to serve them as they would have it, given the opportunity. That is why I cursed them to live as the dogs they are. I made certain my last act on earth would ensure they could have no power without the love of a woman.” Aadhya watches the men pass the whip and four young women screaming for their mother. The men restraining the girls, hold them around their waist with one arm, their fists grip the women’s hair and forcefully hold their heads to face the brutal exhibition.

“That’s you