Regina didn't remember how she and her daughter managed their way home after receiving the beating of their entire life.
All she recalled after enduring twenty excruciating lashes on her back, was seeing blurry images of people, the sound of moving cars and different doors opening and closing before darkness took over.
When she opened her eyes again, she saw Agnes standing beside her bed, holding a warm towel in her hand and wearing a pitiful look on her face.
The choking smell of antiseptic and some menthol ointment filled her nostrils, making her scrunch her face a little.
However, this was nothing compared to the stinging pain radiating from her bare back. She reeled in anguish, her body trembling with each breath.
Her back was torn with angry purple-black welts, some still bleeding a little and others swollen beneath her broken skin.
She was forced to remain in one position, lying face down like a lizard suffering from stomach ache.
