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.

the sidelines and had to sigh

could him painful but can't kill

quietly came to find Melvin's trouble, the wounds on the back will not affect the normal

about it when

and passed

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

"Eleven, what to do?"

looked at Melvin, who was bloodless on the floor, and asked,

"Ninety."

and was suddenly in awe of the unconscious man

actually managed to stay up to ninety strokes without saying a word before passing out. He is really a man." He thought about it,

their heads in a panic, "You know how strong our hands are,

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

lowering her head to re-examine Melvin on

was bloodless, as white as paper, but

he looked miserable, which actually did not make people feel very ugly, but

sincerely wanted to

was so

face was really fucking

to keep this face around, at

"Eleven?"

still holding

then returned to her senses and

Splash water to wake him up and then continue. It is estimated that he will faint again. Master Keith

"What about Master Keith..."

and

were ready to hit the road back

Seventeen and Eighteen who were staying in

did you two

living room

say it like this. If the lady doesn't ask,

"Understood."

posts after hearing the order, not

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

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