vulcan
Governor
deliver me from evil im ready for the cross and i cant believe my bodys a mess from the flogging
Gentle reader, you may possibly already have worked this out for yourself, but let me dispel any doubt that may be lingering in your mind. Sir Eustace Wragg was not a man noted for his forbearance and patience. They say, and I believe them, that he once inserted a carving knife into his cook for failing to put enough salt in his potatoes.
There was a brief moment of stunned silence after the arrival of Vulcan’s’ gift’. Gunner’s jaw dropped open in surprise (which made him look even more gormless than usual) and then His Lordship went spectacularly beserk.
He wrenched the whip out of Bull’s hands and proceeded to lay into Vulcan with the energy of a man half his age. The whip whistled and cracked, blow after blow falling upon Vulcan, and he could not contain his agony. He screamed and screamed, he writhed and twisted, he tried to bring his legs up to protect himself. Nobody was counting the whipstrokes, they just rained down upon Vulcan, until the front of his body was covered in bleedy, angry weals.
He tried pleading for mercy, he tried apologising, but none of it had the slightest effect upon Sir Eustace.
“Turn him!”
But Bull was a bit slow in comprehending.
“NOW! Hurry up, you wanker, I haven’t got all day!”
Bull spun Vulcan round to face the wall, and Wragg renewed his assault upon the defenceless man’s naked back and buttocks.
Soon his back was as raw as his front, and Wragg’s energy and fury were spent. He stood, panting and exhausted.
Gunner thought he’d killed him, but then Vulcan gave a little whimper, and then vomited bile into Gunner’s sawdust.
“My Lord,” said Gunner, “wasn’t that a little harsh?”
“Harsh? HARSH!? This man, Mr Gunner, is a papist dog who sought to overthrow the good order of England. He deserves all he gets! Now….” He grabbed Vulcan’s hair and dragged his head backwards, “perhaps you have learned that I am not a man to be trifled with! Who…..is…..your…Master?”
Vulcan looked back at him through mists of pain and loathing. He drew a deep breath.
“Hail Mary, full of grace.
Our Lord is with Thee.
Blessed art thou among women,
and blessed….”
Wragg hit him in the face.
“I have had enough. If you have not answered my question by the time I count to five, I am going to nail you to that cross! Do you understand me? DO YOU?”
Vulcan slowly nodded.
“Who is your Master?”
Silence.
“One.”
Silence.
“Two.”
Silence.
“Three.”
Silence.
“Four.”
Silence.
“Five. Crucify him,” ordered Wragg.