She looked down and shivered, her newly exposed breasts rising and falling with each breath. Her nipples hardened at the air. He re-sheathed his knife closed and grabbed a breast in his gloved hand, running the leather over the little buds.
"This is what you deserve for betraying me," he whispered in her ear. She didn't bother to look up, because she could hear the crowd's coos and hoots. Some were yelling remarks about whether or not her loins had become hot, others simply made yells and animalistic growls.
This is what she deserved. Her wrists tied to the pillar, her upper body bare and moving as she breathed. She heard him draw his knife again, and the tip of the blade poked at her lower back.
And then it toyed with the edge of her skirt, and was brought down in one quick slice.
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