Chapter: 96
“It seems you won’t say anything without some force.”
He waved his hands, and two soldiers came forward and bound Dahlia up and hung her in from the ceiling.
“Let me go! You’re abusing your power!” Dahlia kept on struggling. However, her wrist hurt more with each struggle.
“Abusing my power?” Travis laughed at her statement.
“It seems like you haven’t got a hold of the situation. Now, your life is in my hands. I decide if you die or live. I’ll ask you one more time, where is Dustin?”
“I don’t know!” Dahlia shook her head stubbornly.
“Huh! I think you would only give up after facing death! Beat her up until she spills it!” Travis commanded.
A burly underling quickly came forward dragging a barbed whip.
“What are you doing? I… Dahlia’s face paled, and as she was about to say something, the whip landed hard on her back with a crack! With that crisp sound, her clothes tore, and a deep, bloody wound was left on her back.
Dahlia moaned and gritted her teeth, holding in pain.
What quickly followed were multiple whips. The blows landed on her one after another. Dahlia finally couldn’t hold it in and let out a scream. Her body was in such pain it started to tremble. Her pale and smooth back instantly became bruised and bloody!
This whip was a specially designed torture device covered with dense spikes. Even a man couldn’t endure a dozen lashes, let alone a woman.
“Spill!” Travis stood to her side and watched unfeelingly.
Dahlia bit her lip in pain. She was sweating profusely, but her eyes were set with determination.
“Don’t stop! Hit harder!”
Travis was losing his temper with her and commanded his underlings to use more strength. As a result, the sounds of the whip and screams began to erupt one after another.
Chris couldn’t bear to watch on. He could only lower his head in silence.
Edward, on the other hand, had a disturbing smile on his face.
After being subjected to the torture, Dahlia finally passed out.
Her back was bloody and horrific to look at. The fresh wounds were still bleeding profusely, her body still twitching uncontrollably even while she was passed out.
“General, she has lost consciousness!” one of his men reported.
“Wake her up and keep going.” Travis spat coldly.
“Uncle Travis, can I have a go?” Edward interjected eagerly. Ever since he was crippled, there had been a tremendous shift in his psychology. The more beautiful a woman was, the more he wanted to destroy her.
“If you want to, go ahead.” Travis nodded in approval.
“Thank you, Uncle Travis!” Edward grinned eerily.