We tell the slave that he is to be beaten for our pleasure and I spit in his face. Blow after blow, he takes the thrashing from our floggers. Is that tears I see? But we have barely begun. We take turns slamming our floggers into his flesh as one of us stands near him, taunting, watching his eyes well up with tears.

We tell the slave that he is to be beaten for our pleasure and I spit in his face. Blow after blow, he takes the thrashing from our floggers. Is that tears I see? But we have barely begun. We take turns slamming our floggers into his flesh as one of us stands near him, taunting, watching his eyes well up with tears.