Namer Dalis strode down the dark corridor. Cell doors to her right and left. She did not like this work she but she would follow orders as she always did. As her upbringing had taught her to. She arrived at the door she wanted and with a key she opened it. Inside was a man shackled to a wooden table. She did not know his name just his number, his crime and his punishment.
"Prisoner 4567 for the crime of thievery you will be branded on the right hand."
"It was just a loaf of bread, my family was hungry!"
She did not react. She took a branding iron and using her magic she bathed the tip of it in cold energy.
"What about the family that worked hard to buy what you stole? What about the baker and his family who make a living selling what you stole? What about the farmer and his family who make their money selling it to the cage? This is for them."
The end of the brand was ice cold now so cold it smoked. It was so cold it would burn flesh. She struck the mans hand with it and listened to him scream. This was not just for them it was for her too. Maybe she was wrong maybe she could enjoy this.
Crime And Punishment.
