Ha ! And with what are you going to pay ?
You don´t possess anything. Have you forgotten, you at your arrival signed over all your belongings and future inheritances to the convent ?
Tomorrow you will be punished for your stupid attempt. You will realize, there is no escape from here!"
That night Isabella spend in despair.
Is she never again to see anything but this filthy cell. Is she going to be torment by chronically hunger and thirst, and suffer from the constant itching from having to lie in her own and long dead girls excrements for the rest of her life ? How many years will she survive ?
Oh no - Tomorrow she would be punished !"
Isabella couldn´t sleep that night. As she saw, the first morning light through the small barred window of her cell, she knew it would not be long, before the mother superior would arrive to her cell.
"We must punish your sinfull fleash, but this time I will be merciful. Every Sunday for three months you will be birched, before receiving your normal Sunday caning.
But if you ever again try in any way to get out from here, I will have both your legs brocken"