"Tramp! Are you the master, or am I? How dare you sleep till now?"
Her gloomy voice was full of anger. As soon as her words came out, she drew a whip from her waist and directed it toward the woman in black on the bed.
The woman in black slept wearing only a sleeping robe. She had awoken long ago, but every part of her body seemed to hurt. It was painful to breathe, let alone getting up. When she heard a kick on the door, she knew that her master was going to lose her temper again, so she wanted to get up. However, after two attempts, she couldn't get up. Then, the master strode in and lashed a whip at her without saying anything.
"Swish!"
The sound of the whip slashed through the air with a sharp gust of air, hitting the woman on the bed with a pop. A miserable shriek sounded. Bloodstain bloomed on the woman's white tunic. It could be clearly seen from this ferocious action that the master was merciless.
"Master, Master … please quell your anger."
