Post by Holden Ross on Mar 25, 2019 22:10:07 GMT -5
*From outside the small, grey, cinderblock shed, from behind the closed, battered wooden door comes a wet slapping noise followed by a whimper of pain. If one were to enter, or were a fly on the wall observing, they would find Holden, shirtless, and stained with fresh blood. Tears stream down his face in the light of multiple candles and gripped in his right hand is a homemade cat-of-nine-tails. His eyes are focused on the wall in front of him and suddenly, without warning, he whips the cat-of-nine-tails first over his left shoulder, followed by over his right, and ending with it crashing against the left side of his rib cage. He yelps again, blood flies, and his knees nearly buckle.*
Philippians 4:11 - 4:13; “Not that I speak in respect of want: for I have learned, in whatsoever state I am, to be content.*He whips himself three times in succession, again crying out and nearly dropping to a knee.*I know both how to be abased, and I know how to abound: every where and in all things I am instructed both to be full and to be hungry, both to abound and to suffer need. I can do all things through Seromine which strengtheneth me.
*Another trio of whipping, his knees tremble and he reluctantly drops to a knee. He grinds his teeth and roars in a mix of anger and pain and rises to his feet, once more brings the whip across his felsh in a trio of blows.*
Hebrews 13:6; “So that we may boldly say, Seromine is my helper, and I will not fear what man shall do unto me.”
*Another trio of blows brings him to his knees and his head drops in unison with the whip from his hand. His chin hits his chest just as the whip hits the dirt floor. His jeans are stained red with blood and as he sobs, his falls forward but catches himself with and open hand against the wall. After a moment, sobbing to himself in the silent candlelight, he turns his face up and stares at the wall.*
I h-h-have failed y-you….plee-heese don't abandon me lie-hike everyone e-else….
*If you were that fly on the wall, watching the scene before you, you would see, lit by candlelight, the silhouette of Seromine, drawn in charcoal. Holden snatches the whip up from the dirt floor and one last time renders his back stew meant even further.*
I w-will prove my worth….my l-l-loyal-alty once m-more….
Philippians 4:11 - 4:13; “Not that I speak in respect of want: for I have learned, in whatsoever state I am, to be content.*He whips himself three times in succession, again crying out and nearly dropping to a knee.*I know both how to be abased, and I know how to abound: every where and in all things I am instructed both to be full and to be hungry, both to abound and to suffer need. I can do all things through Seromine which strengtheneth me.
*Another trio of whipping, his knees tremble and he reluctantly drops to a knee. He grinds his teeth and roars in a mix of anger and pain and rises to his feet, once more brings the whip across his felsh in a trio of blows.*
Hebrews 13:6; “So that we may boldly say, Seromine is my helper, and I will not fear what man shall do unto me.”
*Another trio of blows brings him to his knees and his head drops in unison with the whip from his hand. His chin hits his chest just as the whip hits the dirt floor. His jeans are stained red with blood and as he sobs, his falls forward but catches himself with and open hand against the wall. After a moment, sobbing to himself in the silent candlelight, he turns his face up and stares at the wall.*
I h-h-have failed y-you….plee-heese don't abandon me lie-hike everyone e-else….
*If you were that fly on the wall, watching the scene before you, you would see, lit by candlelight, the silhouette of Seromine, drawn in charcoal. Holden snatches the whip up from the dirt floor and one last time renders his back stew meant even further.*
I w-will prove my worth….my l-l-loyal-alty once m-more….