Glenarvon
Executioner
"...Two... ...three..."
rhythm is slow... you have to feel the pain of every stroke...
Meanwhile, with another cane under your chin, I keep your head up, so that the audience can see your face.
You try to stay silent, to show a proud look...
"...six... seven..." your eyes look at the audience, all your muscles contract at every hit, you clench your jaw and try to don't show any pain... but slowly your hardness cracks
The room is silent, everybody try to hear your breaths, waiting for some moan...
Some people smiles, some look a you with interest, some others bet on when you will start to cry...
"...nine..."
you cannot hold back a little high whine
your eyes get wet, your chin start to trembling...
"...twelve..."
You still try to keep your steadiness, but you can feel the tears scroll down on your cheeks and hear a murmur rising from the room...
You moans louder, breathing noisily now and trying to keep your hands in place.
"...sixteen..."
Your fingers arching, your nails sink into the wood
"and... Twenty!"
rhythm is slow... you have to feel the pain of every stroke...
Meanwhile, with another cane under your chin, I keep your head up, so that the audience can see your face.
You try to stay silent, to show a proud look...
"...six... seven..." your eyes look at the audience, all your muscles contract at every hit, you clench your jaw and try to don't show any pain... but slowly your hardness cracks
The room is silent, everybody try to hear your breaths, waiting for some moan...
Some people smiles, some look a you with interest, some others bet on when you will start to cry...
"...nine..."
you cannot hold back a little high whine
your eyes get wet, your chin start to trembling...
"...twelve..."
You still try to keep your steadiness, but you can feel the tears scroll down on your cheeks and hear a murmur rising from the room...
You moans louder, breathing noisily now and trying to keep your hands in place.
"...sixteen..."
Your fingers arching, your nails sink into the wood
"and... Twenty!"