“Wake him up … with the alcohol,” The Madam ordered Knotty callously.
Knotty grabbed a five gallon bucket that sat not far from where the man stood chained to a pair of handcuffs that hung from the ceiling and dashed the contents of the bucket over the man's open wounds. The man came back to, screaming and thrashing wildly against his restraints. He continued to scream for a full five minutes, mumbling incoherently before his body gave over to tremors of pain.
“It’s good to see that you’re still with us, Ennis. Your will to live is unbelievable,” she began, running a finger lightly over a particularly deep cut. She moved around so that she was in his line of sight.
“I - I’m sorry, Madam Jackee … sh - show mercy on a fool,” Ennis said, his eyes settling on the whip she still held.
“Shhh
