Apparently, Ted had trained his cultists well enough that they could appreciate an old-fashioned whipping, or then again, it could also be that they were naturally the sort of people to like watching such events unfold. It was true that a certain amount of pleasure from the misfortune and pain of others was only natural to humans. Ted went far, though, as he wanted to make sure that everyone knew he respected Morning Glimmer and every other female cultist.
Or, rather, that he pretended to respect them. He thought of them all as the same mass, prone to black-and-white thinking, mentally less capable than his own group, equal in stupidity, whether male or female.
People were idiots, that was what he thought as he cleaned the blood off the whip.
For whatever reason, some cultists came to congratulate him. He found this hilarious. It wasn't like it was his first time whipping someone to the point of drawing blood.
