Her hands were tied above her head as were her legs. She was restrained in such a way that she couldn't free herself.
Tied on the other wall was a little boy who was barely clothed. His head lay at an odd angle.
He was woken up by the sound of a whip in the air. His eyes flew open looking directly at the woman whose clothes were already covered in blood.
His mother. He wanted to scream. He wished to free his hand and go to her aid but the chains held him firmly in place.
He was helpless but his mother wasn't any better. She tried not to whimper each time the poisoned whip tore open her skin.
The boy screamed in his head but no sound left his lips. Lahan woke up with a start, thrashing around as though he was still in chains.
His face was wet from the tears that had escaped their confines. His entire frame shook from the gory sight he relieved through the dream.
