The officer turned his head and glanced at the Priest. He didn't say a word, but suddenly snapped his whip toward Fritz's cell once more!
CRACK!
"AHHH—! Why me again?!" Fritz was on the verge of a breakdown, the pain causing him to curl into a ball in the corner. "He was the one who asked! Whip him!"
The officer snorted. "Because I can. Got a problem with that?"
From another cell, a Holy Knight inquisitor spoke in a grave tone, "You can't keep us locked up like this. The military and the Tribunal will notice something is amiss sooner or later, and they will take action. This won't do Lord Lynch any good either. Please, you must deliver a message..."
CRACK!
The whip cracked against Fritz's body yet again.
"AHHHHH—! WHY IS IT ALWAYS ME?!" Fritz's agonized wail echoed through the dungeon.
