After hearing Sophie's words, the maid quickly kowtowed and cried, "Young Master, we know we were wrong. Please don't drive us away!"
"Young Master, once unfaithful, always unreliable." Sophie added fuel to the fire, as if fearing the matter wasn't serious enough.
"Charlie River."
Standing aside, Charlie River stepped forward. "Young Master, your orders."
"Get a horse whip for her."
"Yes."
It was a horse whip from inside the castle, specifically used for punishment.
Each lash on the skin would invariably split it open, leaving flesh crushed and mangled.
Sophie was satisfied. She took the horse whip, weighed it in her hand, and remarked, "Quite something."
The maids trembled, prostrating themselves on the ground.
CRACK.
The horse whip struck the ground, letting out a crisp sound that made one's blood boil.
Sophie savored the intoxicating pleasure of controlling others' fates. The horse whip in her hand was no longer just a whip for punishment.
