Post by Holden Ross on Oct 16, 2018 19:41:35 GMT -5
*The scene opens all black and to the sound of a shortened whip crack? Followed instantly by a grunt of pain, the sucking of breath in between pursed lips and clenched teeth, and a whimper. The scene slowly fades into light, the camera sitting about stomach level but aimed upwards at the chest, shoulders, and face of the Underground King, Holden Ross. His right hand swings up over his left shoulder, showing the “cat-of-nine-tails” in his hand, and brings the business end of the leather throngs over his shoulder and against the exposed flesh of his back. When they connect with his flesh, they make a wet slapping sound, causing him to once again by the grunt of pain, the sucking of air, and the stifled whimper. His knees tremble and his face contorts in pain. He begins to speak, his voice a soft rumble, and his eyes are trained off camera and above the shot, never once looking directly at the camera.*
Please forgive me, my master, my Lord, for not coming down to assist you during your attack by Stormm. “If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.” I am confessing them to you and pleading for your forgiveness!
*Once again the crack of the nine tails and again, the same procedure of grunting, gasping, and whimpering. And again. And again. And again. With each blow he comes closer and closer to his knees giving out. He continues flogging himself, dropping to his knees and covering his shoulders and chest in drops of his blood and he continues until the thirteenth blow. The camera slowly begins to pan around him, moving right, until it is behind him. The staples have been ripped open in some places while fresh tears in his flesh leak the crimson fluid freely. His shoulders shake as he begins to sob and rock slowly in place. As the camera tightens on a picture of Seromine and his bride, Destiny, hangs on the wall; apparently what he was begging his forgiveness to. As the scene fades to black he can be heard whispering.*
II'm sorry…..I'm sorry…….I'm sorry….
Please forgive me, my master, my Lord, for not coming down to assist you during your attack by Stormm. “If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.” I am confessing them to you and pleading for your forgiveness!
*Once again the crack of the nine tails and again, the same procedure of grunting, gasping, and whimpering. And again. And again. And again. With each blow he comes closer and closer to his knees giving out. He continues flogging himself, dropping to his knees and covering his shoulders and chest in drops of his blood and he continues until the thirteenth blow. The camera slowly begins to pan around him, moving right, until it is behind him. The staples have been ripped open in some places while fresh tears in his flesh leak the crimson fluid freely. His shoulders shake as he begins to sob and rock slowly in place. As the camera tightens on a picture of Seromine and his bride, Destiny, hangs on the wall; apparently what he was begging his forgiveness to. As the scene fades to black he can be heard whispering.*
II'm sorry…..I'm sorry…….I'm sorry….