-"Why are you crying?"
What, I didn't know I was crying.
-"Come on." He offers a hand to help me up.
-"Stay away... from me." I get up on my own a grunt escaping my lips when I feel pain in my knees.
-"Your knees!" He crouches down to look at them...
As his head hangs forward I can't see his face, and I don't think I want to...
He's a big slump but I see he still fights to keep consciousness. I see a blurry figure step on the large podium.
-"Ladies and gentlemen. Today I bring to you... the satisfaction, yes, the satisfaction of watching this man fall, and smile at his misfortune! Every person present today represents an individual who was affected by this man's existence."
I go deaf as all the people around me start to cheer and yell. The sudden urge to kill everyone standing here takes over me.
-"665 is the number of his crimes, and he must pay for each and every one of them."
He smiles racing his arms in the air and signaling someone to step up. A young-looking boy steps up with something in his hands, terror takes over me my blood feels cold in my veins I feel the cold sweat dripping on my forehead.
A boneish-white colored whip appears on his hands, and he hands it to the man giving the speech. A sadistic smile appears on the man's face.
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"One hit for each crime! What do you say folks" He turns around to face his back as everyone cheers.
He positions his whip at an angle.
-"STOP!" A piercing scream takes all the air out of my lungs.
-"Stop this nonsense!" My voice comes out hoarse and dry. Tears spilling uncontrollably. As I stand up to try and steal that whip from that man's grip 2 random girls hold me back. I need to help him... I-I can't watch it.
I elbow the girl on my right and shove her against the one on my left. I start to climb the podium struggling with my dress, but I'm stopped short by two buff men, which guessing by their uniform they look like officers, they pulled me off the platform making me cry and wiggle helplessly.
-"Aww, do we have a friend or better a lover?" He smirks at me. Keep her tight, don't let her leave.
-"Shall we start?!" He cheers looking around.
-"YEAHHH!" Everyone yells and jumps wildly.
He starts cracking his whip, making my stomach tense.
As the first slash makes contact with his back the one who screams is me... his posture remains strong and powerful, his pride won't let him weep and cry in pain, just like me right now.
