Part three of the short story. He pays for a crime he didn’t commit. The pain is too much to bear, he has no choice but to succumb to the forces that be.

Without clothes on, the corridor seemed abnormally long. Better walk while the lice suck you dry. Yes, better this way than imagine a million and two eyes watching your front searchingly. He walked on and passed into the lavatory, perhaps to give room for breathing. Nothing! He realised he had to do faster. He hurried on, his sweating feet leaving foot prints as if he had been bathing. He rubbed his sweating palms to dry the sweat away. He steadied himself as he entered the death chamber, as an automatic door opened on its own accord – his long shadow was enough to bring about the aforementioned. He murmured a word or two perhaps in prayer.

He had to face the truth. Now, not later, now. He knelt onto the cross like board and lay flat upon it as handcuffs pinned his limbs to form a plus. He winced and squirmed in pain as a boot cracked his ribs that had nearly lost all flesh since his day of arrest. Some lice dropped out of his aerated armpits, perhaps an outcome of the heavy boot. Plumb with blood, his blood, they scampered across the floor towards nowhere, a much needed exercise before they came back. Perhaps.

They tied his torso with a rubber strap onto the board. His body couldn’t move, bound onto the board, onto the cross. His teeth were bared in anticipation. The cane-man was taking too long. He was already feeling pain as the burly cane-man warmed up. A pool of sweat started forming as his muscles stiffened and relaxed.

Amadi steeled himself further against the pain to come for no mechanical destruction of the cane nor the injury of the cane-man’s hand was possible. All thought disappeared, and his mind cleared. The first stroke rang in his ears resounding in his blood as it cut across his bottom which was only covered with a piece of cloth soaked in brine. He felt as if a leopard had stuck its canines in his bottom before the pain spread. It spread from his toe nails, up his buttocks, lingered there for a while and shot straight to his brain to register the dimming of his eyes before closing them shut. He pressed his jaws together, the upper against the lower till they startled his chin. He could feel pain, excruciating pain that un-numbed every part of his body.

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  • Suni51 on Dec 28, 2010

    Very impressive indeed.

  • LCM Linda on Dec 28, 2010

    Very sad ending. Frightening due to the vivid description. Well-written.

  • leoforex on Dec 28, 2010

    thanks for sharing

  • gaby7 on Dec 28, 2010

    This was the most violent death anybody could go through! It hurts even more to know that this poor guy was killed for a crime he did not commit because…he did not kill Patel.Sometimes we die for sins we did not commit-I get reminded of thecrucifixion of our Lord Jesus for a crime he never committed at all!

  • yes me on Dec 28, 2010

    This story tells why corporal punishment is flawed for all, one sad gory death of an innocent, is one too many. well written Leo cheers

  • Dukaporax on Dec 28, 2010

    Nice share

  • bigpapadan on Dec 28, 2010

    Wonderfully done, Jimmy. Very powerful narrative, painfully beautiful.

  • webseowriters on Dec 28, 2010

    it published on wrong site

  • SharifaMcFarlane on Dec 28, 2010

    Poor man.

  • SharifaMcFarlane on Dec 28, 2010

    Well written Jimmy.

  • Minister Marlene on Dec 29, 2010

    Just this morning I was reading the account of the crucifixion of Christ. What injustice? You have painted a picture of a man and the awful pain He experienced. I really could not imagine such suffering. I suppose no one can. This story helps. When I first came to Christ, I thought that reading fiction was not good. How self-righteous! Jesus told stories all the time.

    I don’t think it’s a coinsidence that I’m reading your story today. I saw it on your Digital Book Publishers and wondered about it. Very inspiring. One day, I hope, I can write a story like this pretaining to the gospel. Maybe I can do it.

    Thank you for the share. It’s inspiring because a writer can make incidents and history come alive. Lord knows, we need all the help we can get.

  • LiteraryPrincess on Dec 29, 2010

    Good story, but sad…

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