Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20170912001628/@comment-26383377-20171101185518

"Once the filtering is done, we are left with a batch of healthy, strong, and most importantly, submissive boys. Upon their arrival, they are quickly sent to the mines. And that is where the real fun begins." She tilts her head to the side, cracking her neck.

"Each slave is required to produce their weight in ore by the end of the week. Those who don't deliver are punished. We can be very, very creative with our punishments. Whipping, branding, cutting." She looks to her sword. "And we don't issue any old whip to those mines, no, we use special whips. Made of iron cords, and lined with pointy spikes. They don't cut deep enough to kill, but they cut just enough to stimulate pain to the macimum."

"Those who don't deliver the required amount are whipped. We have dedicated Wardens who dish out the punishment. But if they're feeling lazy, they could force one of the slaves to do it instead. Imagine that, whipping one of your own kind, must be painful to watch." She shook her head, coupling it with a "tsk tsk tsk."