Tim Was Tortured

Yurinam, South Chadron. The night shrouded the whole country, and the sultry air gradually seeped in a trace of coolness. People started to go out. In the abandoned, dilapidated church, moonlight seeped in through the broken roof, filling the space with floating dust. A whip's crack disrupted the tranquility of the room. In the middle of the church, a man was tied to a chair, his white shirt covered with bloody whip marks, a sight to shock the senses. Moonbeams fell from the roof, pouring onto his body. Bathed in moonlight, his body covered in blood, bound by ropes, he looked up to face the huge cross - a symbol of faith and freedom. Another whip cut through the air, adding another bloody mark to the white shirt, the bloodstain extending from his neck to his chest. The pain made him furrow his brows again. After a moment, he recovered from the pain and looked at the woman holding the whip under his narrow, deep gaze. He suddenly chuckled. It was a short and soft laugh, resonating in t