We’ve lost number ten
Matilda moved deeper into the cross from fright when she heard the familiar footsteps heading towards the room. The door opened and her master walked in. He said nothing and walked towards the table where the whips were. Picking up the tiniest of barbed whips.
"Master, please master it won't happen again,'' Matilda begged when she saw the whip—the last time, the pain had been so excruciating, it was still fresh in her mind.
"Crack!''
The whip landed on her back without warning, ''Arghhh!!'' Matilda's screams reverberated through the room. Her body trembled as the barbs tore into her skin, blood tricking down.
The man showed no mercy, his whip kept on falling as Matilda's voice grew numb from pain. Murderous thoughts filled her mind, but she lowered her gaze, making none of it escape, or the man would replace her with another pawn.