Whack!
A whip lashed out at Gilthru, forming a gash on his face as he fell to the ground, grunting in pain.
"You had one job and you failed at that?" An angry voice resounded as Daka Felera, his master lashed out with the whip again and again until Gilthru began bleeding all over.
"Bring it here!" She extended her hand as a human slave wearing a robe appeared, bringing over a jug filled to the brim with a healing potion.
Daka Felera grabbed the jug and splashed the contents over Gilthru, watching his injuries heal as she glared at him, "You understand what will happen next, right?"
"Yes, your majesty. I'm willing to accept my punishment." Gilthru prostrated on the ground, appearing sullen.
"You'll suffer a hundred lashes," Daka Felera said, watching him nod as she asked next, "Now, why did you fail? Your task was to kill just one child. Is she terrifying?"
