Chapter 393

“Okay! You’ve got nerves!”

Abel shot a sly wink at the two burly men who had a grip on Nathaniel, and they released their hold on him without hesitation.

“Since you’re in such a sorry state, Mr.

Simmons has decided to simply give you a little tap on the wrist.

He only wants to smack you with this thick rattan whip a hundred times as a little warning.

How does that sound? We’re not being too harsh on you, right?”

Abel brandished the gnarled rattan whip and grinned at Nathaniel wickedly.

Initially, Cyrus wanted to use a horse whip on Nathaniel.

However, the rough and thick skin of a horse could get ripped, let alone Nathaniel.

and the drug coursing through his veins, Cyrus was scared that he might kill

Lucinda

were perfect for the

draw blood, but they’d hurt

next day, the wounds from it would get

was going to be

contorted into a sarcastic

“Indeed, Mr.

so lenient

sensed the sarcasm

“Please forgive me, Mr.

said with a

to the wall,

then that the thick rattan whip came down directly on his straight back,

groan escaped Nathaniel’s lips as the pain surged

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