Black Eagle

The guards pulled Bryan up and stripped him totally. Black leather bands were attached to his wrists and ankles. They were then attached to thin chains fastened to the walls leaving Bryan spread-eagled in mid air, unable to move except to flinch as once again the bull whip stroked his back.

Gently at first, a few strokes to 'warm him up' as the callous whip-master called it. Then harder, more intense, more accurate. Red wheals started to appear on Bryan's flesh, but he didn't notice. All he could do was scream with the pain and remember the words of the leader....

"Do you like pain? If you do, that is good. If you don't, that is even better."