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Number 324 still cried at the crack of the whip. Tears fell before the strike cut deep where it landed. Feet dangled. Arms stretched high in the restraints. Blood cooled where it dripped down their back. Teeth wore grooves into the bit.

Stolen story; please report.

Only twelve more to go until they were allowed to rest and the next person took their place. Their screams meant 324’s relief. Their pain, 324’s peace.

The next strike tore a shriek from 324’s throat. Their fingers tingled. Their mind numbed.

Only eleven more to go.