Lance kneels on one leg next to the sofa. He leans forward, placing one arm on the ground for support and exposing his back to the whip. Andrea looks away. She can’t bear to watch this barbaric part of the game.
There’s a loud c***k as the whip hits Lance’s back. Clearly, Andrew is using all his strength. Andrea digs her nails into her palms and bites her tongue. It feels like Andrew is whipping her heart.
“Do you want to play again?” Andrew asks, putting the whip down.
Lance stands and nods. He walks back to the sofa with his back straight and his arms at his sides as if the whipping was nothing. He sits down and his face is still calm and unreadable.
Rebecca gives him a worried look and asks, “Lance, are you okay?”
He ignores her question and slides the dice cup across the table
