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The sun beats down on me as I stand outside the punishment yard of this despicable prison. My duties as Adult Female Matron dictate my presence here today, observing and ensuring order is maintained among these women inmates. The stench of sweat and fear wafts through the air, mingling with the sound of groans and pleas for mercy.
As a seasoned Matron, I have seen it all - the tears, the screams, the desperation in their eyes as they beg for forgiveness from the lash. And yet, it is my duty to uphold justice, no matter how severe or unrelenting.
I take a deep breath, mentally preparing myself for what lies ahead, as I gaze upon the women being punished. Their bodies glisten with sweat, their limbs contorted in agony, their faces etched with pain and submission. My whip at the ready, I prepare to mete out another round of judicial punishment. The thought sends a thrill through me, one that I've grown accustomed to over the years. It's a part of who I am now - a woman tasked with maintaining order in this unforgiving place.
