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.

spots on his back had been whipped

began to feel rather light-headed and

legs, originally slender and

from the

but admire how cunning Treyton’s beating

and torture its

Maverick behind Gwendolyn’s back, all the injuries on his back would not affect his

Gwendolyn would not

Cunning As he was deep in thought, he suddenly heard something

the floor due to intense pain, passing out on the

other with bewildered expressions, ultimately turning to

the floor and asked, “How many times have you caned

him.

actually managed to endure ninety strokes without making

is

go easy on him, did you?” The

strong

this is Mr.

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

another look

as pale as paper, yet his lips were covered in

his miserable appearance

unique sense of fragile beauty, Elven sincerely

was

was no wonder Gwendolyn liked to keep

was at least pleasing to

two people holding canes were at

focused his gaze on Maverick’s

“Forget it.

that he’s lasted this long with

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

quick, so let’s get going.” “How should we explain things to Mr. Harris, then…” Elven

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

you two just see?”

Wright passed out in the living room because he

anything else.” Chapter 11

her exactly this

After setting the story straight, everyone

to their posts after receiving their orders,

of the eyes

have to face the consequences of

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