Evening Whipping

Description: With my piece of slave meat strung out to be whipped in the evening dusk, there are creatures prowling who can smell his fear just as well as i can. i take it in, exhilarated by his screams and writhes of agony as i whip him again and again. there is no escape for him, and if he takes my whip well enough, i just may allow him inside..instead of leaving him as a slave charcuterie for the creatures howling just out of sight.