The Senator stood with a goblet of wine as a guard laid into Spartacus with a heavy bullwhip. After forty strokes the victim began to grunt, but forty...more and he still wouldn’t beg or plead.Perasuss stood against the bars of the cell and spoke to Spartacus, ‘slave, surely you must want this torturous existence to end?’Spartacus opened his eyes and grunted what sounded like an affirmative.‘Well, all you have to do is kneel before me and declare Rome your better and I’ll let them slit your. I can use a quick bath too.” I heard he mumble an answer from the kitchen and the sound of ice cubes being broken loose in the ice tray. My head spinning, I stood and headed up the stairs. We did not have a shower in our old house. It always felt strange to sit there naked while waiting for the tub to fill. When the tub was full enough, I shut off the water and stepped in, grabbing the side to lower myself into the warm water. I preferred a shower as there was in the rooming house where I. Twenty-six men were working on LSAs."How many men do you employ now, Wes?"Wes had to think a minute before telling me, "Probably somewhere between sixty and seventy-five. You'll see as we check the other areas out. Almost all the men were transferred from the S&S main plant to here so they could remain employed. They do a great job training people there, so they are good employees when we get them."Our next look was at the massive simulator area. There were several men working there giving. Even the last spark of her hard won energy had been snuffed. She'd at last proved to be what she'd always known she was: zilch, nada, nothing.Ignoring her growling stomach she'd just lain there, looking at her ceiling; too afraid to close her eyes and see her demons gloating — or hear their gleeful mirth. After a while she'd started touching the lily brand on her hip, running a fingertip around its familiar pattern — always the same route, counting the rounds, feeling the magical spell of.