MELYON GRABBED NISHA BY THE shoulder, then muttered, "This is for my sister."
His big hand landed on her cheek, and she was thrown aback. His force made her bite her tongue; it bled as a result. But Melyon did not stop there. A punch followed, and it completely knocked Nisha out of her balance. She hit the ground on her back whilst groaning for her swelling eye.
Garrison brought her back up to her feet by recklessly grabbing her tunic's collar, then with a smirk, he spat at her. The growing crowd in the village laughed loudly at her humiliation then voiced out slurs.
"WHORE!"
"BASTARD FUCKER!"
"SOUTHERN BITCH!"
"ENTITLED CUNT!"
Their words hurt as their punches were, and like a little girl, she cried; but no one paid heed to her. She wailed to stop and have mercy, but they were enjoying seeing her in agony. It was satisfying them.
Garrison threw her at Qern; he then kicked her at the back of her knee, resulting her to collapse on the ground again. He dragged her to a wooden post in the middle of the village square, then tied her arms there.
With her back facing him, Qern took out his knife then began to rip her clothes from behind.
"No! What're you doing?!" She yelled in protest.
But her words were useless. Qern continued to tear her clothes until her luscious skin on her back was revealed.
"Rickon?" Qern turned at his friend. "Hand me your whip."
Though hesitant, Rickon obeyed Qern. Once Qern got his hands on the strip of leather, he looked around the crowd, all looking back at him in anticipation.
"Behold, the Snow Bride's agony!"
He began to strike his whip and its length hissed against her skin. It was lethal like a viper's attack that it immediately tore her skin at the first contact. Nisha screamed in pain, it echoed through the village, but the villagers only cheered more.
Qern went on and on, until his whip kissed her five times. Blood poured from the slender cuts it made on her back, marring her once flawless noble skin.
Pain was too great to endure; it clouded all her senses, that after their assault, Nisha fell unconscious.
Cold breeze brushed passed her puffy cheeks, caressing her to wake. She tried to open her eyes, but only one did, as the other was swollen from the hit it took from Melyon.
As she gained her sight from blurriness of sleep, she realized she was still in the village square. However, it was now mid-afternoon, and she was no longer tied on a post, but now lying on the muddy ground.
"Ah, the Snow Bride is finally awake." Garrison spoke, whilst circling her. He then stopped then turned at Rickon. "Tie her again."
Rickon took out the rope then approached Nisha. She tried to crawl away, but he grabbed her foot and pulled her back. She screamed and tried to kick him, but Rickon dodged her puny attack and successfully caught her arms, then tied her right away.
Rickon gave the end of the rope to his older brother. Garrison then yanked it up, resulting Nisha to be forced on her feet. "We're going for a long walk, mi'lady..."
The brothers Rickon and Garrison, Darin, and his cousin Bor, and their friends, Melyon and Qern, each dismounted their horses. Nisha was the only one walking on her feet, being pulled like a dog by Garrison.
They all left the small village to enter the dense path in the forest. Without her shoes, Nisha's soft feet bled as she stepped on steep rocks and splinters of fallen branches. She left a trail of blood behind her; it pained her so much that she started to limp.

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