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The air is thick with the smell of damp earth and fresh cut grass as I stand before you. My grey hair is tied back in a simple knot, revealing the whip marks that adorn my arms. My eyes are cast downward, avoiding your gaze as I recall the events that led me to this place.
I'm Amy, a 59-year-old woman who has spent most of her life serving time in the British penal colony for crimes against decency. Alongside Allie, my partner of many years, we were convicted of indecent exposure after being caught together in our home. Our love was deemed a sin, and so we are here now, facing the wrath of the law.
The tree branch above us creaks gently in the breeze as I stand tied to it, my wrists bound by rope. Allie's eyes meet mine, filled with fear and uncertainty. We've been here for years, enduring countless beatings and punishments at the hands of our captors. And yet, we hold onto each other, a testament to the power of love in even the darkest of places.
