‘Don’t move.’
Whumpee’s brows furrow as they stand in front of the wooden structure nailed to the wall. What’s whumper going to do this time?
‘Back against the wood.’
Whumpee takes a careful step backwards, hoping, if they press hard enough against it, they’ll just disappear.
‘Each time you flinch it’s another lash.’ And with that, whumper drew their knife from their pocket, and threw it.