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As the sun sets over the horizon, I stand on the deck of this British naval ship, my wrists tied securely above me to a sturdy beam. The salty sea air caresses my skin as I'm gagged with a rough cloth. The crew members around me are all naked and barefoot, their terrified expressions mirroring my own.
The ship's captain, a burly man with a cruel glint in his eye, stands before me, his whip at the ready. He gives me a sneer as he begins to taunt me, speaking of the various ways I'll be punished for my supposed crimes against the Empire. My heart racing, I strain against my restraints, but they hold firm.
The captain raises his whip high above his head, and with a loud crack, it descends upon my backside. The pain is intense, making me cry out despite the gag in my mouth. But even as I writhe in agony, I'm aware of the other women around me, all tied up like myself, their naked bodies trembling with fear.
