I was really growing thicker skin. I hadn't squirmed or spasmed on the floor after getting lashed a couple of times today. Well, it was mostly to do with my previous experience. I anticipated how terrible it would hurt, and I welcomed it, gritting my teeth and clenching my jaws.
That did something. Nope, it did not decrease the pain, but someone I was able to endure more. Humans and their heads, weird business.
Anyway, let's not talk about violence, though I must remind you, my back only knew one sensation that day after getting the lashing. You could probably guess what it was. Even at the minutest movement, my back ached at the reminder of that horrifying agony.
I got about a couple of hours of unmoving rest in my room and used that fully, laying like a corpse on the floor. If not for the familiar knock on my door, I might even convince myself that I was a corpse.
"It's open," I mumbled, still unmoving from my spot. I hoped they were able to hear his mumble.
