Shaking, she held out both arms. Thin, straight scars marched down the tops of both arms from shoulder to elbow, one-quarter inch apart. The same kind of scars marched down the top of her left thigh and on the outside of her right thigh. There was a line of them down the left side of her back -- precise in their execution. They had to be precise or the cut was worth less -- or even worthless. Except for punishment.
--- WRITTEN IN RED by Anne Bishop, page 18, paragraph 9.
This is the last paragraph I read.