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The sun beats down on us as we stand facing each other in the prison yard. The whip marks on my body are a constant reminder of our punishment for being who we truly are. My breasts, once full and free, now ache from the rope tied around my wrists, pulling me upwards against this tree branch.
My lover, Emma, stands opposite me, her gray hair blowing gently in the breeze as she gazes at me with fear-filled eyes. I can see the desperation in her gaze, the plea to be spared from this cruel fate. We've been together for decades, and yet it's only now that we're being punished for our love.
The prison guards stand watching us, their faces impassive as they survey our naked forms. They seem unmoved by our suffering, unbothered by the fact that we're two women who were once free to live our lives together, but are now forced to endure this humiliation and pain in order to "correct" us. I can feel Emma's eyes on me, her body trembling with fear as she waits for whatever punishment is next.
