Every year, on the same night, I make a drawer among the slaves of my kingdom, to select the victim of a an atrocious ritual which reaches the very limits of human endurance. My whip is not only a way to punish or to teach, but also a way to forge the mind and the spirit of a slave, so that he becomes more submissive and ready to serve. In this special night, everything has been set: several black candles have been lit, and the body of the selected slave has been positioned in the midlle, bound with big chains, so that he can't move. Finally, the ritual can begin and the slave will immedia...

Every year, on the same night, I make a drawer among the slaves of my kingdom, to select the victim of a an atrocious ritual which reaches the very limits of human endurance. My whip is not only a way to punish or to teach, but also a way to forge the mind and the spirit of a slave, so that he becomes more submissive and ready to serve. In this special night, everything has been set: several black candles have been lit, and the body of the selected slave has been positioned in the midlle, bound with big chains, so that he can't move. Finally, the ritual can begin and the slave will immediately start squirming under the devastating blows of my whip, desperately trying to avoid this painful, but in vain: the ritual must go on until the end and will mark forever this slave's body and mind. Nothing will be spared; every inch of his skin will be painfully hit and, after 25 long minutes of continuous agony, the body of this slave, exhausted and covered with bruises and deep marks left by my whip, will have to sustain something absolutely unespected .....

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