Wooing My Ex-Wife

Chapter 119

Chapter 119 Cunning Elven detected the sarcasm in his words and responded with a smile, “Mr. Wright, I apologize.” #15 Bonus Maverick hummed lightly and found himself walking toward the wall.

Facing the wall, he placed both hands on it for support.

As soon as he stood up, a cane whipped through the air like a gust of wind.

The blow landed directly and mercilessly on his straightened back, producing a crisp sound.

“Ugh…” Maverick gritted his teeth, his hands instinctively clenching into tight fists.

Before he could even recover from the pain brought by the first stroke, the second and third blows quickly followed.

They mercilessly hit his back without giving him a chance to catch his breath.

Indeed, it hurt.

Due to the injection of a special drug, his physical constitution had weakened and his skin had become thinner.

Thus, his sense of pain intensified.

The 023 special drug was originally designed to treat prisoners of war who had committed grave mistakes Once injected, the individual would be unable to resist.

The pain experienced during interrogation and punishment would be intensified.

This would ultimately lead to extreme physical and mental torment.

Never did he expect that one day the 023 drug, albeit an adjusted prescription, would be used to torment him.

It was ironic, indeed.

The intense pain from the cane striking his back snapped him back to reality.

After just over twenty strokes, it was obvious that several bruises had appeared underneath the white shir With sheer determination, Maverick held his breath to avoid making any humiliating cries.

He bit down on his lower lip so hard that it left a row of bloody marks.

Cold sweat covered his forehead, while the vei in his arms bulged prominently.

By the fortieth stroke, his arms, which were propped against the wall, began to tremble uncontrollably.

By the seventieth stroke, his back was in so much pain that it had almost gone numb.

His skin was more fragile than before.

on his back had been whipped open, leaving scattered bloodstains on h

began to feel rather light-headed and

and straight, started

from the

but admire how cunning Treyton’s beating

really hurt and torture its

behind Gwendolyn’s back,

way, Gwendolyn

deep in

floor due to

aggressors looked at each other with

many times have

him.

actually managed to endure ninety strokes without

is

him, did

strong our

this is Mr.

should we do now? Should we give him the last ten strikes or not? If we do, I’m afraid we’ll have to splash water o him to wake him

his head to take another look

was as pale as paper, yet his lips were covered in bright

features, his miserable appearance surprisingly did not

beauty,

was

no wonder Gwendolyn liked to keep

at least pleasing to the

people holding canes were at a

to reality and focused his gaze on

“Forget it.

lasted this long with his weak

wake him up and continue, he’ll probably pass out again

said we should make it quick, so let’s get going.” “How should we explain things to Mr. Harris, then…” Elven replied, “I will

Elven called out Quinton and Ryan, who had been staying hidden

you two just see?” Quinton

room because

anything else.” Chapter 11

asks about it, you tell her exactly this

setting the story

returned to their posts after receiving their orders, completely ignoring

of the eyes of

dared to hurt her, they would have to face the consequences of their own

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