Glancing up, Tarzan saw only to the tops of the chief’s thighs. Stood right in front of Tarzan’s head. But he had spotted his body lift as he flung the strap up over his shoulder. And then the chief had tensed.
“For intruding here ….”
Tarzan saw the thighs before him go rigid. He tensed too .. a sharp swish of air. A burning slash ran the length of his back. His teeth clenched with pain.
“Uninvited. Unwelcome ….”
Another stinging blow exploded across a back trapped on a blood-stained boulder.
“For profaning sacred land ….”
Tarzan gritted his teeth. The scorch of an arm’s length of stinging leather tore from his waist up his back.
“For inviting the fury of a god ……”
Tarzan had clenched his hands into balled fists at the breath-taking burst of pain. Ripping open his resolve in a crippling explosion. Fighting the onslaught. Biting like crazy into the searing pain cutting the length of his backbone.
“For disturbing the god-given peace ……”
Tarzan heard the grunt of effort. Head down .. forehead pressed into blood-soaked stone .. eyes crunched together .. in anticipation .. Tarzan’s senses jolted at hearing the grunt of effort. His mind’s eye saw the strap rise up over the chief’s head. And fly viciously down towards his back. His head shot up .. jolted up by a will-crushing blow.
“For putting fear into women’s hearts ….”
The chief’s fury hit over already screeching flesh. Overlaid on muscle riven with the agonies of vengeful strikes.
Savagely assaulted by hate-filled blows, Tarzan crunched his fists together. Bit down on the burning agony. Pain bursting into searing flames on his back.
“For daring ………”
After a dozen hits Tarzan lost count. Yet still the savagery went on.
“For … ….” Tarzan’s body rang with the fires of pain. His jaws clenched tight shut to hold in the cries that fought like a maddened animal to break free.
“For ……….” The chief was powerfully built. His strikes forceful. The burn agonising. His hatred for this intruder intense.
Again his shoulder launched up, his arms high in the air, raising up the strap. Then with a forceful jerk, he slashed it down. Striking the prone bare back at the waist. Laying fiery streaks of pain up the length of this hated intruder’s back. Again. Again. Again.
“For ……….” “For ….”. “For. ….. ”
Under a litany of hate tortured sweat ran free. Dripping off Tarzan’s face. Burning in his eyes.