We rush towards her and throw ourselves in front of his harmful blow, he slashes our back as we both take the whip. The little girl screams thinking she is done for. The whip was thrown with so much force it broke our skin. We both whimper as we protect her.
I stand up eyeing this slave trainer, “What do you think you are doing?” he asks.
“Why are you whipping a little girl with so much force! Why are you whipping her at all!” I scream and Raven comes to stand beside me. Our backs bloodied from the assault; the warmth runs down our legs.
“I do not answer to you!” he yells and slaps me across the face. I was expecting that and so was Raven. It was the perfect distraction to get the little girl out of here. I embrace the hit and when my head is turned, I see her little feet scurry away.
