(Cynthia POV)
They chained me with the wall and started walking towards a little door in my prison cell. They took out a heavy rusted iron box from it and I started looking towards them with confusion. They both start talking. Both are about the same physique but one is an inch or two shorter than the other one.
The shorter one asked from the taller one.
What are they going to do? And what is inside in this box?
"Well, I think 30 is enough for her? What's your opinion?"
"Nah, I think 50 is better," the taller one answered in a nonchalant voice.
The shorter one nodded, "Fifty then," and opened the box.
He took a whip like thing but it had thorns covering all its length and he whipped in the air which made a 'Whoosh' sound to scare me and I started shivering with fear of what w
