He wasn’t sure how much time had passed when he woke up chained to a whipping pole, with a razor-sharp whip coming down on his back.
“Arrggggg!” he cried out time and again as the whip cut into him, making marks that oozed blood as they crisscrossed down his back.
Just then the slave master came in. He was dressed in black and had a black patch on one eye. “Eli, what the hell are you doing? Stop whipping him, for God’s sake. Don’t you know he won’t sell with so many lacerations on him? Now get busy and gather the best slaves we have, and put them on the slave block. I have some people coming by to look at some choice flesh for porno flicks. The ones that don’t sell can be transported on The Heritage for China.” He looked over at Paris, who was coming out of his stupor and moving to get u
