Hit Me One More Time

He could hear the droplets of water from the crack in the ceiling, thundering in his ears. He had been in this basement the night he last saw Iris and Mariano in a diner near the interstate as he asked them to travel back to the mansion. 

He did not expect them to catch up with him at that diner. He asked them to let him talk to Mariano and Iris first, and let them go without any problem, in exchange for him coming with them without resistance. 

And here he is. Being tied to the wall and whipped too many times that he was suffering from delirium because of thirst and from losing too much blood. He had been eyeing an emancipated rat, scurrying back and forth in this jail underground every time he would growl in hunger. 

Since they put him in here and he started killing everyone that they were sending down, his uncle came and whipped him for six hours straight.