(Book 2, Part 7)
The two of them said nothing to each other. It wasn’t long before Abigail had left with the empty mug and Ben
was alone once more within the Storeroom. But this was also not to last long before the older boy with the whip had returned.
“Come on, move it ya slime!” crudely remarked the boy with a scowl on his face as he practically dragged Ben
from the Storage Room out onto the balcony of The Workhouse. Shoving Ben
down upon the hard metal walkway, the older boy snapped his whip before barking an order to Ben
Ignoring the pain of hitting the metal walkway, Ben
did as he was bid as best as he could since he was still tied up.
Inching his way to his feet, Ben
felt the Sting
of the lash as the whip hit his back with a cracking force.
“Hurry up maggot!” snarled the whipping boy with a sneer.
Wincing from the welt that was starting to form upon his back Ben
continued to inch up until he was on his feet, hearing the impatient tapping of the black-booted foot of the whipping boy behind him on the metal walkway.
After a few more repetitions of being whipped into moving forward if he wasn’t fast enough, Ben
clambered down the stairway to the ground floor of The Workhouse until the whipping boy told him to stop.
Grateful for at least some rest, Ben
took this moment to glance around him. There were girls of different ages on hands and knees scrubbing at the floor with well-worn scrub brushes.
(to be continued...)