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.

had been whipped open, leaving scattered bloodstains on h

feel rather light-headed

slender and straight, started to

from the

admire how cunning Treyton’s beating

torture

Gwendolyn’s back, all the

way, Gwendolyn would not

deep in thought, he suddenly

had fallen onto the floor due to intense pain, passing

two aggressors looked at each other with bewildered expressions, ultimately turning to Elven for

what should we do?” Elven glanced at the pale-faced Maverick on the floor and asked, “How many times have you caned him?” “Ninety.” Elven

him.

endure ninety strokes without making a sound before

really is

did you?” The two hurriedly shook their

how strong our hands

is Mr. Harris’

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

take another look

pale as paper, yet

miserable appearance

a unique sense of fragile beauty, Elven sincerely wanted to exclaim how unfair God

man was

Gwendolyn liked to keep him

least pleasing

The two people holding canes were

back to reality and focused

“Forget it.

that he’s lasted this long

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

should make it quick, so let’s get going.” “How should we explain things to Mr. Harris,

Ryan, who had been staying hidden in the

did you two just see?” Quinton and Ryan

in the living room because he was too from

see anything else.” Chapter 11 Cunning

this If she doesn’t ask, then just act as

it.” After setting

returned to their posts after receiving their orders, completely ignoring the man who had fainted in

apple of the eyes of

dared to hurt her, they would have

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