Sister Tiffany's hand lashed out, the whip slicing through the air with a sharp crack as it met Teal's back.
A cry tore from Teal's lips, her frame convulsing under the force of the blow, and my heart shattered into a thousand pieces at the sight.
Clawing at the ground beneath me, I dug my nails into the earth, leaving trails of crimson in my wake. "Stop! Tiffany, please stop!" My plea was swallowed by the chilling whistling of the whip as it continued its relentless assault, each strike more savage than the last.
Teal's back soon became a patchwork of wounds, every inch marred by the cruel instrument.
Her blood stained her garments, seeping into the fabric and staining my vision.
I bit down on my lip until the taste of copper filled my mouth, nearly weeping in despair as Teal's voice
