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Neal didn’t do it. His Uncle Matt stole the twenty bucks out of the old candy jar. But no one believed him and the strap fell harder across his back.
He locked his jaw determined not to cry out or plead for mercy over a crime he was innocent of.
As the twentieth blow fell Neal was asked if he was sorry.
“Didn’t do it.” Neal spat before bracing himself for another twenty blows.
The strap hissed through the air and Neal started to plan what he would do to his Uncle Matt just for standing there watching this happen.