The soaked leather whip lashed down, and with a muffled sound, a white mark appeared on the skin which was soon filled with oozing blood.
Screams echoed in the opulent hall.
The great slave master of Silver Sand Bay, Glosa, panted heavily, supporting his waist, as blood dripped from the tip of the whip. In front of him were more than a dozen suspended islanders.
"Running away? Running away! I give you food, a place to live, let you survive to this day, and you want to run?" He violently swung the whip again, another scream sounded. "Silver Sand Bay is only so big! Where can you run to? Damn slaves, all of you should be slaughtered and fed to the dogs!"
Beside him stood his elite guards, heavily funded, their skills far surpassing those of the security team outside the manor, which maintained order on the island.
Boom——!
The large door was kicked open and crashed to the ground, a magic arrow flew in from outside, shooting straight at Glosa's face.
