𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖-𝕞𝕖-𝕟𝕠𝕥-✞☹༄

10...20...30...40...50

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His body threatened to give.The back of his throat felt like it was clogged with cloth.

He gagged, coughing wildly. Jacobs did not let up on him.

" get the rope. "

Jacobs whispered darkly.

Sage begged that they'd just hang him now.

In a quick minute there was rope around his wrist. Jacob lifted sages right arm up first, hanging it to the ceiling chain.

Then the left. Sage was lifted off the floor. His feet couldn't reach the floor well.

His toes skimmed the floor. Jacobs tilted his head, " how many lashes-??. I was thinking 20." " 20-?!."

His former friend echoed humorously. " 30. At least-." " hah- 40- a traitor deserves 40."

" *50*. "Sage was dangling in the center of the room. Jacobs hand snaked under his shirt.

In a swift motion he tore the shirt off of sage. The hanging traitor, was much more exposed. *perfect*, Jacob thought." pass me the whip- I'll do it." Jacobs instructed.

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He'd lost count- his skin felt like fire. Each strike had enough force too make him sob.

Jacob was using his full strength. No mercy.

Sage tugged hard onto the ropes tied around his wrist.

His drugged body couldn't fight. He was helpless to the attack.
His mind fogged, he trembled.

Keeping his eyes open was such a struggle. His eyes half heartedly closed, exhausted and blearily. He squeezed his eyes shut.

His skin didn't break yet.

Jacob was whisper counting.

With a grunt he stopped at 20.

" already red- good." Jacob slapped the raw skin on his back.
Sage grit his teethe.

" Jacob- move aside- let me ruin him. before you continue."

One of the men smiled. Stepping forward.

" all yours-" Jacob roughly pet his preys back before stepping away.

" sage, dearest. Remember me-? Huh, you little traitor-??? Remember-?."

Sage recognized the voice.
He felt a shutter down his spine.

*Kennedy*.

Sage let out a wounded hiccup.

Kennedy pulled his pocket knife. Running the blade down his shoulders. Finally breaking skin- blood trickled.

Kennedy, sliced his lower waist.

The cuts lined everywhere. Blood ran down, his horrific abused body.

" get the alcohol."

Kennedy laughed.

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