CHAPTER SIX
Jake remained in the same room for hours. For reasons unknown to him he was out of the chair but his arms and legs were still tied. He had hoped that maybe this was a sign that the woman had changed her mind. Has anyone wondered where I am, Jake thought. He thought of his parents, sister, grandfather, fudog and friends. And then he thought about Rose. "Rose", he said to himself. "I'll be out of here soon, don't worry." The door opened, the woman walked in still covered by the veil. "I have been thinking about what you have said," She exclaimed. "And have realized something very important about you, you have a strong will. This is a virtue which was valued among my culture/. However, it counteracted one feature of my people; we were all born with very delicate skin. Many of us may have been strong mentally but it was clear that we were very susceptible to pain; there is no question of that. So you can imagine being burned alive would feel to us, or maybe you can't." Just then two ogres entered the room. One was carrying another rope, the other ogre was holding a long black whip which he handed to the woman. The ogre with the rope grabbed Jake, untied the rope around his arms and re-tied it to one wrist, and the rope that he was carrying to the other wrist. He then connected the ropes to iron hooks in the ceiling. The woman then stood behind Jake and said, "Breathe deep, the first step to redemption is always the hardest." She flung the whip forward and hit Jake square on the back. Jack felt the sting of the leather and the piercing of metal spikes the lined the whip which he had failed to notice earlier. He felt the gush of warm blood trickle down his back. "You'll never get me to admit to what I didn't do!" Jake said. The woman answered, "Oh I don't want you to talk, I am beyond that now, I just thought I might teach you about the suffering of others!" And with that she continued to whip Jake repeatedly, causing the blood to flow more and more and more.
