Plead the Fifth

His hand was still tied up to a pole. He dropped to his knee, unable to maintain his posture. His back was wet and dark. It was covered in blood. Fifty hard blow struck his back. He did not say anything. He did not even groan when the whip hit his back, cutting his flesh. 

I’m not telling them where she was, he clenched his teeth. 

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This post was published as response to Daily Prompt challenge. Today’s theme was Plead the Fifth

Author: aryadn

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