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.

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

that to Lucinda

were

wouldn’t draw blood, but they’d

day, the wounds from it would

to

contorted into

“Indeed, Mr.

so lenient and

the sarcasm in Nathaniel’s

“Please forgive me, Mr.

he said

uttering a word, Nathaniel walked to the wall, faced it, and placed

came down directly on his straight back, producing a

Nathaniel’s lips as

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