The sound of the leather striking the pale skin could be heard even outside of Runeard’s office. The staff held their breath and some even walked away unable to witness that cruelty again. It was a sunny, beautiful morning, but all the colors weren’t enough to make it happy.
Elsa’s arm and hands were bleeding, the bruises went high up to her elbows, but around the wrist the stain was darker. “Keed your arm up” the man ordered in such a natural voice tone, it was like the pain he inflicted didn’t affect him at all.
Another loud blow on her hand. Was it the seventh? The tenth? How long would this take? “Do you know why I do this, my child?” she asked, finally putting down the belt. He reached for a rag to clean the blood like it was simply dirt.
