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.