Confined

"Where are you taking me?" I quiver. Neither officer responds, they only shove me not a post and tie me to it. I know this post; it's the flogging pillar.

One!" roars the officer and instantaneously I feel a familiar blinding pain on my hands. They choose the hands because it's easier to notice the scars.
"Two!"
The whip pierces my skin sharply. It burns so badly, but I bit back a scream trying to be strong, what if Clare is watching somewhere in the crowd?
"Three,"
My skin is already so raw and bloody and I try biting back a scream and clench my mouth shut.
"Four!"
The pain blurs my vision and I finally cry out in agony.
"Five!"
The searing pain on my hands is a pain I have never felt; it is overwhelming and all I want to do is to make it stop.
"Six!"
Tears stream down my face as I begin to black out, unable to handle the throbbing on my wrists, hands and forearm.
Instead of hearing the next number seven, I hear a familiar voice bellow, "Stop!"
I glance up and see Sam, who was standing protectively in front of me, with a bloody line across his arm.
"Out of the way!"
Sam then idiotically responds, "No."
"Sam, get out." I mumbled, but not very convincingly as I can't ignore the blood spewing everywhere.
"SEVEN!" the other officer shoves Sam out of the way, and I receive the next blow. My bloody hands are so torn I can see my tendons. I shudder and whimper in misery.
"Eight!"
The sting of number eight never occurs and only the sounds of men fighting erupt around me.