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CHAPTER ELEVEN: STRANGE EVENTS

At the deep of night - Slavers task drew silent, the only sound heard were the lashes coming from a cottage in the north section of the town.

In the cold, dank, empty room, Elroy let out a squeal to every whiplash tearing out his flesh. Not much he could do even if he wanted to, his hands were shackled together which hung from the ceiling, Elroy had endured the torture for five months; the first three months were hell, he cried his eyes out, begging as the whip lashed life from him - the only thing keeping him sane was the thought of killing Orlanda Ramsey; he took each pain as a training to kill his emotions.

"I can see the whips have gotten used to you," Rose spoke with a heavy breath then tosses the whip aside. "That's good," she walks up front to Elroy, "now we can move on to phase five."

Rose punched Elroy several times, it was a different torment entirely, each blow to his face took his breath - sending cold chills to his throat, he couldn't scream or cry out neither could he
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