The CrystalStone girl

Part 4

Sorry for not updating earlier as I was just....... Lazy, I think the story will be a little more longer than before as I realized that the story I was writing was super short. well so I'm gonna continue the story, hope u like it, here goes....
'Ooh how touching, sticking up for your brother aren't you?' the mistress said in a mocking voice, 'well you will get what you want, except maybe......more rewarding... EIGHTY SLASHES!' she yelled with a wicked smile on her face, as she signalled the beater, as what they call the person who did the punishing, if the mistress and commander are too tired to do the punishing. The beater grabbed Mariett by the arm in an iron grip and threw her to the ground. He pulled out a long wooden pole, and held it waiting for the mistress to signal that he could start.
The mistress grabbed Jacob, and shoved him to the front. She grabbed his face and turned it, so that he was facing his sister, and could not try to turn away like he did before. 'Wouldn't you like to see your sister get her reward?' she smiled in pure delight as he tried to escape her grip.
'You may start.' the mistress said, as the beater raises his pole high in the air, and struck down onto Mariett's back. She held in her screams, as tears sprang into her eyes. The second strike went down. She bit onto her lip, so that it would distract her from the immense pain on her back. The third strike went down. She bit onto her lip so hard, that blood dribbled down her chin, and onto the white polished ground. The fourth and fifth strike went down, and as the sixth strike was layer on Marietta shoulders, she cried out, as it was the pain was too unbearable for her to hold it in. That was when the doorbell suddenly rang. The mistress cursed, and said in a loud commanding voice, 'Open the doors, you worthless people.' then suddenly, she smirked and said, 'Mariett open the doors, NOW !' Marietta slowly got up, wincing at the horribly pain feeling on her back. She stumbled, and opened the doors, bowing her head, not even looking at the person who rang the doorbell. There was a gasp from the mistress.
'Oh my, how splendidly early you are, Mr Shclozki, welcome in! I apologise, for my servant's untidiness.' as the mistress said that last few words, she turned to glare at the servants.
' There's no need to apologise milady , I'm sure we can symphatise with your people. They must be doing a lot of work everyday, they're probably tired.' Mr Shclozki replied, very gentlemanly, kissing the back of the mistress's hand.
'My what a great man you are, my husba- the commander talks about you so much!' She replied with her best smile, seeming as if she was swooning over him. The other servants looked at them trying to cover up their disgust with forced smiles on their faces. The man that came was not handsome, not even decent looking. He looked like the worst looking person on earth His face was lumpy, and when he spoke, his breath smelled like decaying matter. Whenever he opened his mouth to smile, you could see that his teeth were a dirty dark yellow, and that most of his teeth were black. And his gums were rotten and black. His skin looked so loose, that it looked as if someone just draped his skin over his bones and the thin layer of flesh covering his bones. Overall he looked like he rose from the dead, like an undead.
As the mistress welcomed him in to the house, she showered him with praises.' You clearly look like you have a heart of gold, such a nice man you are. 'she continued praising him, as she brought him to the commander's office. As she turned back to close the door, Jacob saw a weird glint in the mistresses eyes that was not there, before Mr Shclozki came.