my crime was stealing fruit and a slice of bread, an act viewed as a grave sin in the 17th century. the town was rife with whispers about the theft that occurred the previous night.
a shocking event was unfolding. me, Milena, a 18 year old girl known for my rebellious spirit, was to be publicly punished
my parents, prominent citizens, were deeply embarrassed by my actions. the law had decided that the punishment would be a public whipping of my back, no less than 30 lashes
the town square is crowded with onlookers, eager to witness the public retribution. me, however, is wearing a defiant expression.
with my arms tied behind my back, two guards lead me forward towards the whipping post. they sneer at me and one of them says "we will enjoy watching this!"
my parents are watching with tear-filled eyes. they had pleaded with the sherif to spare their daughter, but he remained resolute.
the crowd that has gathered starts shouting abuse at me, two young boys try to kick me, an elderly lady points at me and laughs
shaking with fear, i lower my head and begin to cry…
a shocking event was unfolding. me, Milena, a 18 year old girl known for my rebellious spirit, was to be publicly punished
my parents, prominent citizens, were deeply embarrassed by my actions. the law had decided that the punishment would be a public whipping of my back, no less than 30 lashes
the town square is crowded with onlookers, eager to witness the public retribution. me, however, is wearing a defiant expression.
with my arms tied behind my back, two guards lead me forward towards the whipping post. they sneer at me and one of them says "we will enjoy watching this!"
my parents are watching with tear-filled eyes. they had pleaded with the sherif to spare their daughter, but he remained resolute.
the crowd that has gathered starts shouting abuse at me, two young boys try to kick me, an elderly lady points at me and laughs
shaking with fear, i lower my head and begin to cry…