They beat me while I was doubled, striking my buttocks and the backs of my legs countless times. My flesh was nothing but bloody welts and bruises, an... I passed out several times and had to be revived. The men seemed to think this spoiled their amusement for they wanted to toy with me for a long time. Someone suggested punishing my feet. He had lived in the Orient for a time and claimed that foot punishments were painful but could last for hours. So the soles of my feet were caned. I was not. Eleanor felt her heart dropped into her stomach as fear spread through her. She could believe that her father told such an outrageous story to everyone in the village. Her blonde head shook furiously. ‘No, milord,’ she insisted calmly. ‘I cannot do such a thing. No one can do… such a thing.’ ‘So, your father lied to his king?’ Eleanor smiled weakly. She knew her words could sentence her father to death or a harsh punishment from the king. Her brows knitted together as she attempted to think of. I started to stutter, shifting from one foot to the other and saw that Lady Kathryn was behind Sheila with her phone out and videoing us. i could feel my face turning beet red. Sheila stood there with a questioning look on her pretty face." Well...i..i..uh"....and i stumbled through what Lady Kathryn told me to say. Sheila tried hard not to giggle but she didn't quite succeed. i was mortified but the cat was out of the bag. "OK" Sheila said "Let's see what we can find" i followed her over to. ” Everything fell into place. All the questions I had about Cassiopeia’s ‘motivation’ were answered. I was training her so that she could win Sapphire back and live happily ever after with the woman I still loved. We went to a day spa I used that welcomed walk-ins. I told the manager exactly what I wanted done with my client and she gave Cassiopeia some tea and took her back to the salon area. I sat down in the lounge and started making calls to people I knew to arrange interviews. I laughed,.