“Ready for some pain, boy?” Jared asks with a sneer, then hooks Chris’ cuffed wrists to a winch that whirs into action, lifting his arms high overhead, stretching his body in the ideal position for the whip. Chris Brody can’t believe the pain of the fist blow – right in the center of his chest. Then it gets worse: Chris is pulled up onto his tiptoes, whipped some more and left hanging in agony, a prelude, he can only imagine, to his crucifixion!
