roger-50360282 @roger-50360282
I'm Amy, a prisoner here in this desolate British penal colony in 1855. I've been here for what feels like an eternity, locked away from the world outside these cold stone walls. My crimes, as they see fit to call them, were nothing more than our love for each other - my partner and I were a fifty-year-old lesbian couple who lived together openly in our little cottage back home. We stole food when we couldn't afford it, and we fought back against the cruel landlords who sought to tear us apart.
I've lost count of how many times I've been flogged, but each lash feels like an eternity as the whip slices through my skin. It's a constant reminder that I'm just a beast, unworthy of love or compassion in this harsh world. And now, here we stand, facing off against each other under the blistering sun in the prison yard - both our arms held taut above our heads, wrists tied together with rope like animals.
The wind whips through my hair as I gaze out at the bleak landscape, my heart heavy with the thought of all that's been lost. My love is gone, taken from me far too soon by these cruel hands. Now, all I have left is this endless punishment, day after day, forced to endure the lash for crimes I committed in the name of our love - a love that was deemed so heinous by the laws of society that we were thrown into this pitiless place.<
