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.

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

began to feel

legs, originally slender and straight,

from the

admire how cunning

could really hurt and torture

behind Gwendolyn’s back,

Gwendolyn

he was deep in thought, he suddenly heard something

the floor due to intense pain,

with bewildered expressions, ultimately

Elven glanced at the pale-faced Maverick on the floor and asked, “How many times have you caned him?” “Ninety.” Elven clicked his tongue twice, suddenly feeling

him.

managed to endure ninety strokes without making a sound before

really is

go easy on him, did you?”

how strong

this is Mr. Harris’

what 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 up before we

head to take another look at Maverick on

pale as paper, yet his lips were

handsome features, his miserable appearance surprisingly did not make him look

beauty, Elven sincerely wanted

man was

no wonder Gwendolyn liked to keep him

at least

The two people holding canes were

snapped back to reality and focused his gaze on Maverick’s

“Forget it.

he’s lasted this

wake him up and continue, he’ll probably pass

should make it quick, so let’s get going.” “How should we explain things to Mr. Harris, then…” Elven replied, “I will tell him the truth.” They were getting ready to

out Quinton and Ryan, who had been staying

two just see?” Quinton and Ryan lowered

in the living room because he

see anything else.” Chapter 11

Ms. Shalders asks about it, you tell her exactly this If she doesn’t ask, then just act as

After setting

their posts after receiving their orders, completely ignoring the man who had

apple of

her, they would have to face the

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