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.
Ben did not move for several minutes, his arm felt numb with pain.
(to be continued...)