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.”

out, gripping her wrist tightly. “I can do it. Just one more lash,

across her face. “You’re

Rachel’s lips. Death was the last thing that scared her. Sooner

get it over with. I won’t stand. Do it while I’m

eyes. “You’re really

“Yes.”

won’t hold back.” She raised the whip high

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motion was sharp, deliberate—but Rachel knew. The lash was nowhere near

her voice barely above

moment the words left her lips, a violent cough racked her body. A mouthful of bright red blood splattered onto

her faint, bitter smile never fading. Though the final lash hadn’t carried the

hesitated, shifting awkwardly. She reached out as if to help but quickly withdrew her hand,

returned swiftly. His gaze swept over Rachel’s torn clothing

lashes. No more, no