Pain

“AHHHHHHHH!”

Latifa’s screams echo in Anna’s ears, stunning her. She falls to the ground, clutching her arm which lies limp.

“My hand!” She screams. “My hand!”

Lavi glares at the woman who is crying in front of him. Blood is rolling down his forehead and several gnashes are visible on his shirtless torso. He felt every bit of the whipping the nameless girl received, each blow harder than the last. Yet, he remained still for a while, hoping that she will cry for help.

To his shock, she did not even wince. In fact, she calmly tolerated the beatings as if she was used to it. He was more affected by the torture than she was and it only infuriates him even more.