Chapter 13: Revenge

Having liberated themselves from the Chateau, thoughts of flight are overtaken by a deadly rancour for the many acts they have been forced to perform at the hands of its hell-born inhabitants. Now having free use of their hands, they feel the raised welts and wealds scored across their thighs and buttocks which read like fiery braille to the touch. These are the hieroglyphs of fate for the Baroness. These are writings on the wall.