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.

been whipped open, leaving scattered

feel

and straight, started to

from the

not help but admire

cane could really hurt and torture its victim without actually

secretly looking for trouble with Maverick behind Gwendolyn’s

Gwendolyn would

As he was deep in thought, he suddenly heard

to intense pain, passing out on

with bewildered expressions, ultimately

on the floor and asked, “How many times have you caned him?” “Ninety.” Elven clicked his tongue twice, suddenly feeling a sense of admiration for

him.

managed to endure ninety strokes without making a sound before passing

really is

him, did you?” The two hurriedly shook

strong

this is Mr.

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?”

to take another

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

handsome features, his miserable appearance surprisingly did not

beauty, Elven sincerely wanted to exclaim how unfair God

was

Gwendolyn liked

at least pleasing to

holding canes were

back to reality and focused his gaze on

“Forget it.

miracle that he’s lasted this long with his

to wake him up

explain things to Mr. Harris,

Quinton and Ryan, who had been

see?” Quinton and Ryan lowered

the living room because he was too from doing

else.” Chapter 11 Cunning Elven nodded in

her exactly this If she doesn’t ask, then just act as if nothing

it.” After setting

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

of the eyes

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

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