As he walked away, he felt a heavy weight on his chest.

“Collins” Shantal cried out.

Her cries haunted him. He stopped in his tracks and clenched his fists. He could still hear the sound of the whip making contact with her bare skin. If he could hear the sound, he wondered how painful it must be for her.

He heard the sound again. He closed his eyes and winced at the sounds. He couldn’t dare to imagine the pain she was going through and it was all because of him. Technically, it wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t anyone’s fault. They were friends. Friends hugged each other. Shantal hugs him...