Nathan Land took the whip from Luke Land's hand, raised it, and struck Asher Land's back.
Sophie Smith's face was somewhat pale; she had her mouth open, clearly frightened.
No one in the room dared to plead for leniency. Nathan Land said nothing and swung another heavy lash backward.
"Stop hitting him!" Sophie stood in front of Asher Land, but this time Asher didn't grab her hand; instead, he pushed her aside forcefully.
"Get away!" He growled lowly at her.
Sophie had wanted to shield him, but how could Nathan Land show mercy to Asher Land because of her? The whip swung down, one lash after another.
His gray sweater was soaked with a large amount of blood, faintly revealing the torn skin from the whipping, a bloody mess.
His lips were pale as he struggled to support his body. Nathan Land was determined to make him kneel, so the whip struck his leg again.
He couldn't endure it, and he fell to one knee.
