This is only the beginning. Stripped and chained to the old tree in my castle garden, your flesh feels the bark, your skin already stings from my first strikes. But don’t mistake this for the end—it’s just the warm-up. I want you to tremble, to feel anticipation building with every lash, knowing that what follows will be far harsher. The garden watches, the tree holds you, and I prepare you for the real punishment still to come.