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

began to feel rather light-headed

and straight, started to

watched from the

could not help but admire how cunning Treyton’s

and torture its victim

Maverick behind Gwendolyn’s back, all the injuries on his

way, Gwendolyn would

As he was deep in thought, he suddenly heard something

fallen onto the floor due to intense pain, passing out

with bewildered expressions, ultimately turning

do?” 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,

him.

strokes without making

is a

him, did you?” The

how strong our hands

this is

They paused for a moment, then continued, “Elven, 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 continue, right?” Elven

take another look at Maverick on the

pale as paper, yet his lips were covered in bright

handsome features, his miserable appearance surprisingly

it gave off a unique sense of fragile beauty, Elven sincerely

man was

wonder Gwendolyn

least

people holding canes

reality and focused his gaze

“Forget it.

he’s lasted this

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

we explain things to Mr. Harris, then…” Elven replied, “I will tell

leaving, Elven called out Quinton and Ryan, who

just see?” Quinton and Ryan lowered their

room because he was too from

see anything else.” Chapter 11 Cunning

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

setting

their orders, completely ignoring the man who had fainted in the living

of the

anyone dared to hurt her, they would have to face the

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