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.’

The man’s scream as the chisel made the first mark on his torso wrenched the air asunder. Obafemi grimly carried on while the others watched.


It was two days later that the British Naval squadron under Captain Neville Hunt arrived in the port, responding to reports of a slave revolt in the town. In the harbour they noted a sloop at anchor but with no crew on deck. On boarding they found the familiar cages below deck.

They saw no victims, only abandoned houses and empty streets in the dusty rural outpost. The settlers had fled, and there was no sign of any slaves, revolting or otherwise.

Only when they reached the grand building, built from fine stone on top of the hill that overlooked the land below, did they find the man, unconscious and tied to a sculpted rock.

Across his torso, carved roughly in blood, were the words ‘Slave Trader.’

Copyright Sue Vincent

This is a response to the Thursday Photo Prompt – Carved curated over at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo. Click on the link to read other stories inspired by the image.

32 responses to “CARVED IN BLOOD”

  1. Those last two words stole any sympathy I may have had for him…

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    1. Yep, no sympathy here either Sue.

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      1. Assuming he was really a slave trader, and not some guy (by other circumstance) they lied and indicated as such to further whatever agenda they were seeking.

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      2. You have a suspicious mind Sandi! The slave trader boat in the harbour I put in to reinforce the idea that he is a slave trader, but you’re right – there’s no concrete evidence I suppose! 🙂


      3. He could be a case of mistaken identity (and innocent) but unlikely.

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  2. Nice man real nice ….

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  3. Great story 👍🏼

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  4. Excellent take, well written.💜

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  5. That was certainly grim. My interpretation was supernatural, but in the end, justice was also served.

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    1. Look forward to reading James.

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  6. Excellent, he sure deserved all this, and more.

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  7. An excellent story. Well done, Iain.

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      1. You’re welcome.

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  8. The second half is so peaceful and calm compared to the tension and anger in the first. So well done.

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  9. very well written, and nice statement about slavery … sadly it still goes on!

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    1. It certainly does in many different forms. Thank you.

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  10. Wow. That was dark, but an interesting read. I felt “right in the middle” of a book. Something lead up to that scene, and the group in search of… it all had action happening. Something you could definitely take further.

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  11. Not a good profession for sure, though I am sure riches come. “The man’s scream as the chisel made the first mark on his torso wrenched the air asunder” felt awkward to me because the two main parts of the sentence were separated at the end and the beginning. The man’s scream and wrenched the air asunder needed some more connection, maybe just by using commas? Or ‘As the chisel made the first mark, the man’s screams……’

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    1. I see your point, although it works either way I think. I prefer the link between the scream and the reason for it together, I think it adds to the brutality of the act. Thanks for commenting.


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