“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.


    Also, given his current fragile condition and the drug coursing through his veins, Cyrus was scared that he might kill Nathaniel by ident.


    And exining that to Lucinda wouldn’t be an easy feat.


    Luckily, the rattan whips were perfect for the job.N?velDrama.Org content.


    They wouldn’t draw blood, but they’d hurt like hell.


    And the next day, the wounds from it would get swollen.


    It was going to be a serious torture.


    Nathaniel’s face contorted into a sarcastic grin.


    “Indeed, Mr.


    Simmons is so lenient and gracious.


    ”


    Abel sensed the sarcasm in Nathaniel’s words.


    “Please forgive me, Mr.


    Roberts,” he said with a sneer.


    Without uttering a word, Nathaniel walked to the wall, faced it, and ced his hands on it.


    It was then that the thick rattan whip came down directly on his straight back, producing a crisp sound.


    A muffled groan escaped Nathaniel’s lips as the pain surged through his body.


    Subconsciously, he clenched his teeth and balled his fists tightly.


    Abel’s men continued to beat Nathaniel, not giving him a chance to catch his breath.


    Pain coursed through him.


    The specific drug injected into Nathaniel had made him weak, his skin thin, and the pain more intense.


    Originally developed for dealing with prisoners of war who had made grave mistakes, the drug 023 left them powerless to resist and caused immense physical and mental suffering during interrogation.


    Little did he expect that he would one day be subjected to its torture, even though it was a less painful version.


    The irony was not lost on him.


    The sharp pain in his back was overwhelming, making it impossible for him to think clearly.