Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 464:

Rachel bit down hard on her lip, her fists trembling at her sides, but the pain was too much. The scream escaped before she could stop it. The metallic tang of blood thickened in the air. She didn’t have to look to know her back was a mess of raw, open wounds.

“Here comes the second lash,” the woman said, her tone chillingly indifferent.

Rachel forced herself to steady her breathing, her nails digging into her palms. “Alright. Do it.”

The second strike landed, agony erupting through her body. Her knees buckled, and she crashed to the floor.

After an hour locked in that ice-cold cellar, she was already at her limit. Just two lashes, and she could barely stay conscious.

“Well? Do you want to continue with the third lash?” The woman’s voice dripped with mockery.

Rachel planted her palms against the cold floor and tried to push herself up. Once. Twice. By the fifth attempt, she still couldn’t get to her feet. The woman let out a derisive snort. “If you can’t handle it, then just give up. You’ve already failed.”

her wrist tightly. “I can do it. Just

across her face. “You’re

bitter smile ghosted over Rachel’s lips. Death was the last thing that scared her. Sooner or later—it made no

just get it over with. I won’t

eyes. “You’re

“Yes.”

you’re that fearless, I won’t hold back.” She raised the

𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹

was sharp, deliberate—but Rachel knew. The lash

Rachel murmured, her voice barely

moment the words left her lips, a violent cough racked her body. A mouthful

fingers, her faint, bitter smile never fading. Though the final lash hadn’t carried the same force, her body had already reached its breaking point. Now, it was finally giving

if to help but quickly withdrew her hand, second-guessing herself. “Bless yourself. I’ll

over Rachel’s torn clothing and the deep red stains marring her

lashes. No more,