Valentin
A Year Prior to the Great War
Valentin heard the crack of the whip before he felt the stinging in his back. It was enough to cause him to slam his eyes shut as he waited for the burning pain to lick up his spine and into his brain. It happened a few seconds after the noise hit his ears and he cringed. A grunt escaped his lips which made the wielder of the lip cackle in response.
“Faster, boy!” A male voice called over his shoulder. “I don’t have all day!”
Valentin grit his teeth as he bent down to unload another suitcase from the carriage. He felt the blood dripping down his back and into the unfinished hem of his trousers. He tried to not focus on the pain as he pulled the last case out. He loaded them all on a dolly and pushed them into the vestibule.
The man with the whip
