As they decided her fate, the soldiers continued their brutal assault. Their hands roamed over her battered body, their rough handling leaving fresh bruises and cuts. Artemisia's body shook with pain and humiliation, her eyes filled with tears.
One of the soldiers grabbed a knife and slashed her breasts, the blade cutting deep into her flesh. She screamed in pain, her body convulsing with each slash. Her blood flowed freely, staining the ground beneath her.
The soldiers laughed, their eyes filled with glee. They had never felt so powerful, so in control. This woman, who had once been their enemy, was now their plaything.
One soldier shoved a phallus-shaped object into her, twisting it cruelly. Artemisia screamed, her body shaking with pain and humiliation.
The soldier twisted the object viciously, his eyes filled with sadistic glee. Artemisia's screams echoed across the camp, her body shaking with pain and humiliation. Her eyes were filled with tears, her body twisting and turning in the grip of her assailants.
Another soldier approached her, his erection straining against his clothing. He grabbed her hair, forcing her head down, and thrust into her mouth. Artemisia gagged, her eyes filled with fear and disgust.
Their hands roamed over her body, their rough handling leaving fresh bruises and cuts.
One soldier grabbed a rope and began to bind her tightly, her body twisted into uncomfortable positions. Her screams grew louder, her body shaking with pain and humiliation.
Another soldier produced a whip, his eyes filled with sadistic glee. He began to lash her, the blows landing on her tender flesh with sickening precision. Artemisia screamed, her body shaking with pain.
After what seemed like an eternity, the soldiers finally finished their brutal assault. Artemisia lay on the ground, her battered body covered in blood and sweat. Her eyes were filled with tears, her body shaking with fear and pain.
One of the soldiers picked her up roughly, her broken body dangling limply in his arms. He threw her into a jail, the impact knocking the wind out of her. She lay there, her breathing shallow and labored.
The guards approached her, their faces filled with hatred. "You'll be executed in three days," one of them growled, his voice filled with satisfaction.
Artemisia didn't respond, her body too weak to even speak. She lay there, her eyes closed, her mind filled with fear and despair.
As she lay there, she heard the guards talking among themselves, their voices filled with glee. "I can't believe we got to her," one of them said. "She was always so tough."
Another guard laughed. "I bet she's not so tough now," he said, his eyes filled with glee. "She'll be begging for mercy by the time we kill her."
Artemisia lay there, her body shaking with pain and fear. Her mind raced, her thoughts filled with images of her impending death.
Her body was a mess, her wounds still bleeding and raw. Her breasts were slashed, her legs spread open, her most private parts bruised and sore.
She was reduced to a broken shell of a woman, her body was a testament to the brutality she had endured. Her breasts were slashed, her nipples torn and bruised. Her legs were spread open, her most private parts bruised and sore. Her back was a mess of welts and cuts from the whip, her skin raw and bleeding.
She was a shadow of her former self, her body broken and battered. Her mind raced, her thoughts filled with images of her impending death.
Later that night, a Greek soldier named Scyllias entered her cell. He was a close friend of Themistocles, and he was filled with rage and hatred. He had heard about her defiance, her insolence, and he wanted to make her pay personally.
"Artemisia," he growled, his eyes filled with anger. "I've come to finish what the others started."
Artemisia smirked, her eyes filled with defiance. "Do your worst, Scyllias," she taunted, her voice filled with hatred. "You'll never break me."
Scyllias's eyes flared with rage, and he lunged at her, his hands gripping her hair, yanking her head back forcefully. "You will beg for mercy before I'm done with you," he growled, his breath hot against her neck.
His lips brushed against her neck, his tongue tracing a slow, sensual line down her neck, stopping at her collarbone. He nibbled on her sensitive skin, his teeth digging into her flesh. Artemisia's body tensed, her eyes widening in shock.
Suddenly, his hand reached down, grabbing her breast roughly. He squeezed it hard, his fingers digging into her sensitive flesh. She yelped in pain, her body arching involuntarily.
"Tell me you're sorry," he demanded, his voice hoarse with desire. "Tell me you regret ever crossing Themistocles."
Artemisia remained silent, her eyes filled with defiance. "Go to hell," she managed to croak out, her voice breaking.
Scyllias growled, his hand moving down her body, his fingers massaging her sensitive folds. "You're going to beg me for release," he said, his voice low and hypnotic. "Beg me to ease your pain."
Artemisia's body trembled with fear and disgust, but she refused to give him the satisfaction.
Scyllias's hands continued their assault, his rough handling leaving fresh bruises and cuts. Artemisia whimpered in pain and humiliation, her body shaking with fear.
He shoved his erection into her, his movements brutal and unforgiving. Artemisia's body convulsed, her breathing shallow and labored.
"You're a whore," he growled, his eyes filled with hate. "A whore who deserves to die."
He slammed into her, his movements rough and violent. Artemisia screamed, her body shaking with pain.
Suddenly, he stopped, his eyes locked on hers. "You're going to die screaming," he snarled, his voice filled with rage. "You're going to die begging for mercy."
Artemisia smirked, her eyes filled with defiance. "I'll die with my head held high," she said, her voice breaking.
Scyllias growled, his hand slapping her hard across the face. "You'll die like a dog," he said, his voice low and threatening.
He resumed his assault, his movements rough and violent.
Artemisia's body shook with pain and humiliation, her mind filled with images of her impending death.
His hands roamed over her body, his rough handling leaving fresh bruises and cuts. Her screams echoed across the cell, her mind filled with fear and despair.
Scyllias's movements grew more brutal, his thrusts more violent. Artemisia's body shook with pain and humiliation, her mind filled with images of her impending death.
He grabbed her hair, yanking her head back forcefully. "You should enjoy this while you can," he snarled, his voice filled with rage. "Because soon you're gonna die."
Artemisia's body convulsed, her mind filled with fear and pain. She wanted this to end, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of begging.
Finally, he came, his body shaking with release. Artemisia's body went limp, her mind filled with despair.
He pulled out, his erection glistening with her fluids. "You're going to die soon," he said, his voice low and threatening. "And I'll be there to watch."
Artemisia didn't respond, her body too weak to even speak. She lay there, her mind filled with fear and pain.
Scyllias left her, his face filled with satisfaction. Artemisia lay there, her body still shaking with fear and humiliation.