"Move It!!"
A guttural cry of echoed through the cobblestone streets, punctuated by the sickening snap of a whip. The sound, a harbinger of pain, tore at Frederick's already ravaged flesh:
"AHHHH!!!!"
He screamed, his body wracked with agony as the whip's leather tip found its mark again. His tattered clothes offered no protection, revealing a tapestry of scars that adorned his back. Like the other men in his group, he was clad only in pants, while the women were reduced to wearing filthy rags, their humiliation paraded for all to see.
"You pigs! You are all my slaves! How dare you flog me!" Frederick spat, his voice hoarse with a mixture of pain and rage.
BAM!!!
His defiance was met with a swift and brutal punch to the face. The strike sent him sprawling face-first into the unforgiving dirt.
"Shut up!" Vince snarled, his arms crossed over his chest in a picture of cold authority. "Move! Do you want another whip?!"
