Eleven heard the sarcasm in his words and chuckled.

"Mr. Freeman, I'm sorry."

Melvin made a soft "hmm" sound and walked to the wall, facing it and bracing his hands against it.

He just stood firmly and a cane came with wind.

It landed directly and unceremoniously on his upright back with a crunching sound.

"Er ..."

Melvin clenched his teeth, and his hands almost subconsciously clenched into fists.

Not waiting to digest the pain caused by this cane, he was completely not given a chance to breathe but it was followed by a second and third beat.

It hurt. It really hurt.

Because he was injected with a special drug, his body became weaker and his skin thinner, while the pain was intensified.

The 023 special drug was originally used to treat prisoners of war who had made great mistakes, and after injection, people were powerless to resist, and the pain during interrogation and torture was intensified, which also led to physical and mental torture to the extreme.

He never thought that 023 drug would be used to torment him as well one day, albeit in a modified and toned down version.

It was ironic when he just thought about it!

"Snap!"

The sharp pain of the cane swinging into his back ripped his thoughts back.

With more than 20 times of hitting, his back was already red and purple under the white shirt.

He held on to his breath, in order to keep himself from letting out a little shout of humiliation. He bit his lower lip so hard that there was a row of blood marks on it. His forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his arms were bruised.

When he endured the fortieth hit, his arm, which was braced against the wall, began to shake uncontrollably.

By the time he reached the seventieth, his back was already hurting to the point of near numbness. As the skin was more fragile than before, several parts of his back had been skinned and his white shirt was soaked with scattered spots of blood.

He began to feel dizzy, and his original long and straight legs began to tremble uncontrollably.

and had to sigh at Master Keith's brutality that was tricky

him painful

trouble, the wounds on the back

was thinking about it when he suddenly

floor and passed out from the

were confused, looked at each other, and finally had to turn to

"Eleven, what to do?"

at Melvin, who was bloodless on the floor, and asked, "How much did you

"Ninety."

suddenly in awe of

ninety strokes without saying a word before passing out. He is really a man." He thought about it,

shook their heads in a panic, "You know how strong our hands are, not to mention that

strokes should be continue or not? If

say anything, lowering her head

but his lips were full of

did not make people

sincerely wanted

was so

was really fucking

keep this face around, at least pleasing to

"Eleven?"

two men who were still

her senses and looked squarely at Melvin's

up to now is already the limit. Splash water to wake him up and then continue.

"What about Master Keith..."

"I will go and

people were ready to hit the road

leaving, Eleven called out Seventeen and Eighteen who were staying

two see

out in the living room because he was too tired from doing

satisfaction, "If the lady asks, you guys just say it like this. If the lady doesn't ask, then just pretend

"Understood."

to their posts after hearing the order, not bothering at

the young masters loved most. He dared to hurt her, and this was

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