Diana Gabaldon. Stranger (№ 393847)

Jamie was right. Looking at these monstrous signs of violence, it was impossible not to imagine the action that left them. I tried not to think about that muscular arms were stretched out, spread-eagle and bound, copper-haired head was bowed in agony, pinned to the post, but the scars that I now looked, involuntarily conjure up a terrible picture. If he cried when they did it? I ran this idea immediately. I've heard stories that reached us from post-war Germany suffering much more terrible, but he was right: hear - not what to see.