Wait, She’s a Billionaire by Ms. Shadow

Chapter 217

Ford sensed the sarcasm in Elijah’s words and chuckled. “Mr. Freeman, enjoy!”

Elijah lightly grunted and walked to the wall, facing it with his hands braced against it. As soon as he positioned himself, the cane whistled through the air, mercilessly striking his straightened back with a crisp sound.

“Ugh…”

Elijah gritted his teeth, his hands almost instinctively clenched into fists. Before he could process the pain from the first strike, the second one followed, then the third, landing on his back without allowing him a moment to catch his breath.

It was genuinely painful.

Due to the effects of the special drug injected into him, Elijah was much weaker, and his skin became more delicate, intensifying the sensation of pain.

The drug, known as 023, was originally designed to deal with captured criminals or enemies. who committed serious crimes. Once injected, the individual became powerless to resist, and the pain during interrogation and torture would be heightened, tormenting both body and mind to the extreme.

Never did Elijah imagine that one day, this modified version of the 023 serum would be used to torture him.

How ironic!

his back, pulling him back to the torment at hand. After just over twenty lashes, his white shirt was already stained with blood.

out any humiliating cries. He bit his lower lip

the time the punishment reached forty lashes, his

seventy lashes, his back was nearing numbness. Due to his now more fragile skin, several places on his back had been cut open, and blood spots stained his white shirt.

to feel unsteady, his legs losing

not help but marvel at Howard’s choice of punishment.

painful and incapable of killing. Moreover, as Howard intended to discreetly deal with Elijah behind Sheena’s back, the injuries were all concentrated

way, it would not affect his normal walking, ensuring that Sheena remained oblivious. As he contemplated this,

pain causing him to lose

wore bewildered expressions, exchanging glances before reluctantly seeking Ford’s guidance. “Ford, what do we do

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on the ground, asked, “How many lasties

“Ninety,” they replied.

clicked his tongue in admiration, finding a newfound respect for the unconscious man ite endured silently until ninety lashes before passing out.