Today was bound to be grueling.
She inflicted upon me the wood torture for the first time after my night with the King.
Wood slats were strapped across my chest and stomach, and as the ropes were pulled tighter, the pressure was unbearable. Blood would trickle from my nose and mouth.
Fear overwhelmed me.
Too much tightening, and I feared my organs might burst, leading to death.
I don't want to die; I have a younger brother to protect.
"Please, I only did it to avoid the King's suspicion—I wouldn't dare harbor other intentions," I pleaded desperately.
"I promise I'll behave from now on, just please let me go," I sobbed, my voice muffled by impending despair.
My sister signaled Nanny Adams to gag me before I could finish speaking, and as they approached, a warm surge flowed from me—I had started to bleed...
