E&T: *Wordless Screaming*
Somehow this is less focused on the whipping and more focused on psychological hurty but sometimes that shit just tastes better okay
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Ingredients: whipping, choking on liquid that is NOT blood this time, dehumanization vibes
Erebus knew exactly what was going to happen to him this time, and the dread knotting his stomach was almost enough to make him sick (not that he had anything in his stomach anyway). Maybe Neteri was right and he was better off not knowing. Not that anyone had told him, though. The guards had just silently pulled his shirt off before leading him out of the dungeons to one of the courtyards, and he knew what they were going to do the moment he laid eyes on the post. He’d seen men be punished there before, but he never imagined he’d be the one pushed to his knees or feel those manacles lock around his wrists. Those feelings though, he could have guessed what they were like. But the whip?
The whip was beyond imagining.
