Book Two: Lighnia
Chapter 10: Within The Walls…
The sound of the whip as it lashed out had made Ben
cringe with pain. Tied up within the newly painted Storeroom of The Warehouse and having nowhere to run made the stinging coarse leather of the whip against Ben
’s forearm all the more terrible. The Beagle had apparently wanted Ben
to suffer. The first few hours had made Ben
think that The Beagle had forgotten all about him, but no, The Beagle as Ben
soon found out was not a man who forgets things.
The whipping boy was a good few years older then Ben
, in his late teens decked out in common gray garb but with a whip in his hand which he had attacked Ben
with a short moment ago. With a sneer, the whipping boy kicked at Ben
with his black boots after Ben
had raised his forearm as best he could to block the whip attack.
“Vile scum!” uttered the older boy and spat at Ben
, the saliva hitting Ben
on his stinging forearm that made Ben
wince again in agony.
With a look of detestation at Ben
, the whipping boy turned and left via the door into the Storeroom, slamming it behind him after strapping his whip into its holster on his belt.
did not move for several minutes, his arm felt numb with pain.
(to be continued...)