Wooing My Ex-Wife

Chapter 119

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.

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

feel rather light-headed

and straight, started to tremble

watched from the

help but admire how

could really hurt and torture its

with Maverick behind Gwendolyn’s back, all

way, Gwendolyn would

deep in

due to intense pain, passing out on

looked at each other with bewildered expressions,

floor and asked, “How many times have you caned him?” “Ninety.” Elven clicked his tongue

him.

endure ninety strokes without making a sound

really is

on him, did you?” The two hurriedly

know how strong our

is Mr. Harris’

what should we do now? Should we give him the last ten strikes or not? If we do, I’m

another look at Maverick on the

as pale as paper, yet his lips were covered in bright

features, his miserable appearance

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

was really

was no wonder Gwendolyn liked to

least pleasing

holding canes were at a

snapped back to reality and focused his

“Forget it.

he’s lasted this long with his weak

up and continue, he’ll

explain things to Mr. Harris, then…” Elven replied, “I will tell him the truth.” They were getting

Elven called out Quinton and Ryan, who had been staying

see?” Quinton and

the living room because he was too from doing

didn’t see anything else.” Chapter 11 Cunning

her exactly this

“Got it.” After setting the story

receiving their orders, completely

was the apple of the eyes

hurt her, they would have to

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