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.

watched from the sidelines and had to sigh at Master Keith's brutality that was tricky

him painful

find Melvin's trouble, the wounds on

about it when he

the floor and passed out

each other, and finally had

"Eleven, what to do?"

bloodless on the floor, and asked, "How much

"Ninety."

awe of the unconscious man on

word before passing out. He is really a man." He thought about it, and added, "You two didn't show mercy on

panic, "You know how strong our hands

strokes should be continue or not? If we finish, I'm afraid we have to splash

didn't say anything, lowering her head to re-examine Melvin

bloodless, as white as paper, but his lips were full of bright

make people feel very ugly, but had a

wanted to

was so

man's face was really fucking

this face around, at

"Eleven?"

men who were still holding

senses and looked squarely at Melvin's miserable

it, his body that can hold up to now is already the limit. Splash water to wake him up and then continue.

"What about Master Keith..."

"I will go and tell

to hit the road

out Seventeen and Eighteen who were staying in

you two see

Eighteen lowered their heads, "Mr. Freeman passed out in the living

say it like this. If the lady doesn't ask, then just pretend it's

"Understood."

with it and left. Seventeen and Eighteen went back to their posts after hearing

masters loved most.

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