Treasure of the sea |Lesbian story|

From the diary of Delise Shelley

On questioning, I tried to take the blame for my husband's death. I said I'd done it in self-defence, that I'd stuck a pin in his throat because he'd tried to kill me.

I had been in jail for two days. I had gotten there after a doctor had treated me, stopping the bleeding and the pain in my belly.

"Your slave, however, claims exactly the opposite," the inspector said, drumming his fingers on the table. "She says it was she who killed Mr. Baile, and all the evidence points to that being the truth. How is it that you are protecting her?"

"She's lying," I insisted. "She only tried to get him away from me, but I was the one who hit him in the throat."

The inspector sighed, exasperated. "Mrs. Baile, your story doesn't add up."

"But I tell you it's true! I killed him, I killed him!"

"I will explain what your situation is now. The judge is going to sentence you to hard labour in a penal colony, because you practiced abortion and are guilty of a crime against morality. The sentence may last a few years or a dozen, it will depend on the judge."

"What about Jahzara? What will happen to her?"

"The slave? She will be hanged in the square in the morning."

"NO!" I screamed. Again and again. "Please! No!" I yanked on the cuffs so hard I hurt my wrists. I tried to get up from the chair, to struggle, to do something. The inspector watched me calmly. I was tied to the table; I had no way to escape.

Tears began to roll down my cheeks, sobs choking me. "Please... Oh, God, no... Jahzara..."

"This world needs justice, Ms. Baile. People like you do not deserve forgiveness."