They carried him over their heads, then strapped him down to the ceremonial rock they had spent the last six months carving out of the rocks and boulders.
The sun broke through the dark storm sky, a fiery red glow lit the scene, reflecting their anger.
Obafemi raised his chisel over the simpering man. He was no longer struggling to be set free, but lay exhausted and fearful.
‘Now all will know what you are and how you made your wealth. You will see how it is to be branded for life.’
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