What's that kid's name?
Well, I don't remember.
The cold and sharp heavy object fell hard on the body again, with a strong stinging sensation, and then the skin and flesh were torn apart. The sound of the whip lashing was particularly clear in the empty room, and it would stir up a cloud of dust when it fell on the ground. In the room, darkness was the main tone of depression. The candle on the table gave off a faint light, and the candle flame swayed, fragile as if it would be extinguished in the next moment.
I raised my head and stared at the ceiling in trance. My arms were a little sore and numb. There were cold chains tied around my wrists. My body was suspended, swaying back and forth due to the whipping, as if I had no consciousness at all, like an empty puppet.
Ah, by the way, he seems to be an orphan, living alone in that small second floor,
Blinking, I suddenly remembered that I had seen that child more than once. He occasionally passed me by, but he always came and went in a hurry, as if someone was chasing him behind.
Don't know..
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
