So on my fourth day of slavery, I was supposed to get thirty lashes, befitting my incompetency for the last two days.
Since twenty lashes yesterday hadn't made me pass out, I reckoned thirty wouldn't be enough to do so either.
Then again, it wasn't any better than passing out. I barely kept any semblance of lucidity even though I was awake. The pain was so intolerable, my brain couldn't function well for a certain amount of time, only registering the excruciating agony throughout the body.
I wish I were like those few of the other slaves, who could still walk around and talk even after getting the same amount of lashing. They probably had grown a tolerance for the pain.
Would I be able to get used to the pain before I die? Those days, dark thoughts were all I had most of the time.
I wasn't aware how many lashes I could endure before perishing, but it should be around the three-digit mark. So I had like a couple of weeks at best. I need to heal my left arm within that time.
