THE SEQUENCE
OF
FLAGELLATION
First we cut your skin with a little pin-prick
knife, then we peel it back. Watching you
grimace, we stand in place just to see what
develops. It seems, as your skin is stripped,
that only then does blood begin seeping from
your muscles and tendons, or from around
them anyway. This could all be illusion, since
we are not fully knowledgeable of anatomy.
Anyone's, not just yours. I make a note that,
as you are screaming and we are chaining
you by the wrists to the wall, the blood is
pooling beneath your feet; the very pool, by
now, in which you stand, or try to, for these
your very final, and very few, I guess, moments.
-
Then, it is my job, incumbent upon me, to make
some sort of report on how you died, what the
sequence and duration of it all was, how we
followed what procedure, and turn it in to the
King - no, not his very self, of course,
much
rather some dismal clerk or idiot emissary
representing his court. No, no, strike that.
Some apt agent sent by the King himself -
who is, after all, so interested in learning.
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