Veronica was led, with soldiers on either side of her gripping her biceps tightly, through the dimly lit halls of the dungeons.
Veronica began to nervously sweat and tremble.
In her skimpy, revealing slaves’s garb, Veronica was brought to a larger room with many soldiers and slaves inside of it. There was also a large wooden platform on wheels, but that was off in the corner.
In the center of the room, over a dozen women were tied up, with their hands bound and raised up towards the ceiling. Some of them wore slaves’s garb, others wore nicer clothes, and a few wore drab, grey cloth tunics. All of the women looked fearful and anxious.
Veronica was led towards the women and her hands, also, were untied from behind her, re-tied in front of her, and her bound wrists were raised up by a hook attached to a rope. Now she stood on her tip-toes, stretched tight against her meager clothing, her body taut and uncomfortable.
One of the older guards looked at the women strung up in the center of the room. “Prepare them!” He ordered.
Guards approached them all. Veronica gulped and blushed. She knew something bad was about to happen…