Dustin thought he was tough. Even after his arrest he was cocky and defiant. The first day he arrived. The prison guards decided to teach him the rules of his new home. They handcuffed him to the bars. Mr. Root, the master of the whip, lifted his beloved implement. Dustin played it cool and laughed at the guards.
Suddenly, the whip whistled through the air and sliced obliquely across his back. The young man involuntarily jerked and arched his body at the searing pain. Shocked, he opened his mouth but managed to suppress the scream by sheer force of will. Things seemed to move in slow motion like a scene from a silent movie.
As the vicious lashes continued, the prisoner became consumed with pain. The sadistic guards loved to torture arrogant, muscled bulls who think they can take it. The guards were enjoying themselves. Dustin's nightmare had just begun.