Chapter Twenty Three
David soon learns Macumba’s warning is superfluous.
The next afternoon, after he is again called from his gardening to begin the ritualistic caning, David is strapped to the whipping bench to await the agony of Mylee’s unrelenting hand.
As the Chinese torturess so aptly learned, at an early age but from very effective mentors, the mental side of torment is as important as the physical. Thus, after David is secured belly down straddling the well padded bench, arms pulled behind his back and held high over his prostrate form by a rope emanating from a ceiling hook, Mylee makes him wait. For what, David will never know. But she cruelly lets the anticipation grow and thoughts of fiery pain smolder.
On this occasion, squirming against his bonds in the one time dining ar
