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.

his back had been whipped open, leaving

began to feel rather

and straight, started to

watched from the

not help but admire how cunning Treyton’s beating

could really hurt and torture its victim without

since he was secretly looking for trouble with Maverick behind Gwendolyn’s back, all the injuries

Gwendolyn would not

was deep in thought, he suddenly heard

had fallen onto the floor due to intense

other with

asked, “How many times have you caned him?”

him.

managed to endure ninety strokes without making

really is

did

how strong our hands

this is

the last ten strikes or not? If we do, I’m afraid we’ll have to splash water o him to wake him

head to take another look at Maverick

as paper,

features, his miserable appearance surprisingly did not

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

man was

no wonder Gwendolyn liked to keep him

at least pleasing to the

holding canes were

and focused his gaze

“Forget it.

miracle that he’s lasted

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

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

Ryan, who had been

see?” Quinton and Ryan lowered their

room because

didn’t see anything else.” Chapter 11 Cunning Elven

Ms. Shalders asks about it, you tell her exactly this If she

setting

after receiving their orders, completely ignoring the man who

apple of the eyes of the

have to

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