I have the industrial strength bullwhip in my hand, and that brings out both the best and the worst in me. This fantastic instrument of agony makes me dig deep for the strength and ferocity to wield it to greatest effect, but those emotions morph into a fury that secretly urges: Beat this man to deathh. I hit so hard he spins away in his bonds, trying to subvert the next stroke.

“Don't turn,” I warn, and he shifts obediently back to take the full brunt of the lash. I work my way around in an arc on the hard dungeon floor, giving me the angles I need to riddle his entire ba... Show more