"Why... won't... you... scream!"
A lash of the whip followed each word. The woman paused o cach her breath again and ice her elbow. The hunter just ogled her. He seemed to enjoy being chained up - even offered suggestions. The whip at first seemed to scare him, but he got over it.
"I'm sorry, boss," she said as HOD walked by, "but this one just doesn't want to die."
HOD looked at the blood flowing from axman's wounds and did some mental calculations. Another half a pint ought to do it. "Just keep it up," he sighed. Alas, all the experienced whipologists were on his victims list, so the hunter had picked a form of death which, to any hunter at Deb U beaten by an inexperienced whipologist, would seem painless. He made a mental note to include some rules next year to insure a little more suffering went along with the death.
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