CRACK!
"Eight." Jean Pierre carried on with the counting. He was exasperated by the part he was playing in this torture of his fellow knight. Standing next to him, he was hearing firsthand the stifled moans from Ambrose Henri as he received each lash.
The very sound of the whip striking Ambrose Henri's back skin and vibration from the contact reached his ears. It was heart-wrenching. It felt like he was the one being whipped. This sent chills down his spine and made his hair stand on end as if he had been struck by lightning.
With each whiplash, he delivered. Moses Potter intensified the viciousness behind the whip. Ambrose Henri was bleeding seriously from the different whip bruises crisscrossing his entire back.
