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!
A sharp sound echoed as the cane struck his back, pulling him back to the torment at hand. After just over twenty lashes, his white shirt was already stained with blood.
Even so, Elijah endured it all, determined not to let out any humiliating cries. He bit his lower lip until it bled, sweat forming on his forehead, and veins bulging on his arms.
By the time the punishment reached forty lashes, his arms trembled uncontrollably.
At 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.
Elijah started to feel unsteady, his legs losing control and shaking.
Ford, observing from the side, could not help but marvel at Howard’s choice of punishment.
The caning proved to be both painful and incapable of killing. Moreover, as Howard intended to discreetly deal with Elijah behind Sheena’s back, the injuries were all concentrated on Elijah’s back.
This way, it would not affect his normal walking, ensuring that Sheena remained oblivious. As he contemplated this, he suddenly heard a thud.
Elijah had collapsed onto the floor, the pain causing him to lose consciousness on the spot.
The two “assailants” wore bewildered expressions, exchanging glances before reluctantly seeking Ford’s guidance. “Ford, what do we do now?”
Chapter 217
Ford, observing the lifeless Elijah on the ground, asked, “How many lasties did you deliver?”
“Ninety,” they replied.
Ford clicked his tongue in admiration, finding a newfound respect for the unconscious man ite endured silently until ninety lashes before passing out. Quite the tough guy.”
After a moment’s thought, he added, “Did you guys go easy on him?”
They hurriedly shook their heads, “You know the strength we used, and besides, this was thr. Lawson’s orders. We wouldn’t dare go easy.”
They hesitated before continuing, “Ford, what should we do now? Should we administer the final ten lashes, or is that enough? If we finish, we might need to wake him up with water and continue.”
Ford remained silent, staring at Eljah and reevaluating the situation.
Elijah lay on the ground, his face drained of color, yet his lips bore vivid red bloodstains. Despite his distressing appearance, the striking handsomeness of his well–defined features gave him a sense of charming vulnerability,
Ford could not help but sigh at God’s unfairness.
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