Young Jaimie shutters in pain, his back and ass crisscrossed with horrible welts from his initial whipping. Many more will follow. Jared, always the sadist, teases the boy, dragging a new, seven-foot single-tail under his chin, giving him a full appreciation of the whip’s length and power before the actual lashing begins. Using a whiplash stroke, Jared cuts the naked, helpless youth with a series of rapid-fire blows. Jaimie is stoic no longer. He cries out with each lash. A spray of alcohol on his fresh wounds burns like liquid fire. “Good night,” Jared sneers, leaving the boy chained on his feet, in agony, alone in the torture chamber. Jaimie is dazed and half-asleep when, hours later, a group of guards unchain him, turn him around and lift him up onto the cross. When he regains full consciousness, the truth sinks in: He’s crucified!