119 Torture [Warning: Reader’s Discretion Advised]
Earlier, when Jane was brought over in her slightly nude and unconscious state, Albert gave the instructions, for her to be ferociously r*ped by his minions. Afterward, her badly bruised and used body was dumped in a heavily guarded bunk room.
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Jane cried out, wishing that death would co swiftly to her. The tornt she was currently undergoing was sothing she would never wish upon her enemy. It felt like being consud by a burning furnace, with a temperature so high that your bones turn to dust.
Due to the excruciating pain coming from her lady parts, she wondered if a dozen or two dozen sex-starved n devoured her. She noticed a lot of horrendous-looking bite marks surrounding her boobs.
“What kind of monsters did this to ,” she wept in pain. “Were they planning to eat my flesh?”
Her nostril picked up the stinking stale sll of blood, sen, and her own bodily discharge, emanating from her cunt. She wondered how long she had been unconscious and what day it was. She also wondered who had kidnapped her this ti.
“It can’t be Ella’s husband tugs!” Jane queried her thoughts for answers. “It just can’t be! They would never stoop so low to r*pe !” She had been in their custody for more than three days and for once, they never spared her a flirtatious glance. Who could want her destroyed this badly? Could it be Frost’s wife seeking revenge? Could it be n from her past life, whom she had deceived and made away with their money? Could it be...”
The door to her prison room suddenly flung open and a heavily built man in his late fifties stord into the room, holding a flagrum whip in his right hand. He was looking like an unleashed devilish hound that had been sent to devour an enemy.
In Jane’s panicked mind, she thought she saw him breathing fire through his nostril. His vengeful glares were like that of a Minotaur, that was seeking blood and bones.
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“You wretched b**ch!” A fierce slap greeted Jane’s left cheek. “You stinking swine!” Another fiercer slap landed on her right cheek, which caused her to lose her vision temporarily.
“Please! Please!! Please!!!” Jane cried out repeatedly.
“Shut up!”
POW!
A heavy blow to her face forcefully sent her falling and rolling backward on the hard concrete floor.
Jane felt a new level of pain that she had never known in her entire life. This deranged beast in her room lacked the word empathy or sympathy. He was out for blood and by the look of her bleeding nose and mouth, she had just awakened his monstrous blood thirst.
“You bastard! By the ti I am done with you, even the devil would reject your soul in hell,” Albert said in a hoarse and frightening tone.”
Two heavily built muscular young n ca into the room, bearing two iron poles. They fastened each pole to the floor, keeping them three ters apart. They swiftly picked Jane from the floor, stripped her nude, and tied her hands to either side of the poles.
Albert scowled at Jane, intending to squeeze the life out of her with his bare hands. However, he held back his beastly anger as he needed to get so important pieces of information from her.
“Where is Frost!” Albert struck the flagrum on the wall as a warning to Jane. “One wrong answer from you, and you’ll wish I had shot you in the head.” He said between gritted teeth.
Albert’s multiple straps flagrum whip was customized and designed by a sadist; whose hobby was constructing equipnt used solely for human and animal torture.
The flagrum whip was specifically made for intense and excruciating tornt. Each leather strap of the flagrum whip was individually knotted with small round bone-crushing tals and a dense sharp claw-like blade; which was made to rip out flesh when used.
Jane whimpered in fright as she laid eyes on the whip. She was too horrified to make a proper statent. Her brain was numb from fear and pain. Her whole body scread for rcy at the sight of the deadly fate about to befall her. Her perplexed brain thought of the perfect answer to give but what ca out of her mouth caused her, her first deadly whip.
“I don’t know where Frost is,” Jane cried out in a trembling voice.
WHAM!
Albert released a bone-crunching lash on Jane’s already disfigured back.
“Ahhhhh!” Jane shrieked in agony. Her weak legs gave way to a trembling body but the poles held her steady.
When Albert pulled back the flagrum whip from Jane’s disfigured bloodied back, so pieces of her flesh were yanked off.
Albert lick his lips in satisfaction as he picked out so of Jane’s torn flesh from the claw-like strap of his whip. He stared at the indelible mark his whip left on Jane’s back and smiled devilishly.
“Do you know what you and Frost have made do to my own blood?” Albert’s hoarse, deep and terrifying voice reverberated in the room. He walked up to Jane, raised her chin with a fierce grip using his right hand, and glared into her weak eyes.
“Do you know the agony and pain I went through when I asked my n to flog my daughter? Do you know how many dications I have been on since I disowned and disinherited her? You and Frost had the effrontery to ss with my family. I am going to slowly peel the flesh from your bone until my burning anger is sated.”
“Let’s try this one more ti, where is Frost?”
Jane’s body shook under his firm grip. Tears, mucus, and saliva flowed freely from her eyes nose, and mouth. Her body and soul shrunk as she stared into the dreadful eyes of Albert.
“M...M...Mr. L...L...Leon h...has h...him!” She stuttered weakly.
“Where?” Albert forcefully released her chin and took a few steps away from her. He slowly stretched out his hand and bood again; “where?”
Jane scread in panic; “I don’t know! I was...” The words were taken out of her mouth by four deadly whips. Two; across and diagonally on her chest, one on her back, and the last one on her head.
Each whip left dreadful marks and punctures on Jane’s bare body. Also due to the force and impact of the last whip on her head, Jane instantly passed out.
“Feed her to my pets!” Albert spat out as he left the room.
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