I felt the first lashing come down. The leather straps burning my skin as they cut into flesh, electricity seemed to rip through my whole body. My skin was still crackling as they brought it down again. I screamed through my clenched teeth. Closing my eyes as I tired to go somewhere else in my head. I couldn't take a breath, couldn't breathe without feeling the sting of pain on my back. My eyes opened. I could see blood slowly dripping down the drain, I could hear the men behind me counting. My back was breaking. I was dying. I had to be. Please just let me die. I remembered being hit with...