Chapter 11

Lucifer walked into his room looking mad, the tension in the air palpable. Mikhail decided to leave him alone, knowing that any attempt to beg or placate him would only make things worse.

Mikhail turned his attention to Amelia. She needed to be taught a lesson, and he intended to make sure the punishment fit the crime. He descended into the dungeon where she was being held, the sound of his footsteps echoing through the cold, damp corridors.

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Amelia was bound to a post in the center of the dungeon, her face contorted with a mix of defiance and fear. Mikhail approached her with a stern expression.

"You brought this upon yourself," Mikhail said coldly. "Five hundred strokes of the cane, and no food for seven days."

Her eyes widened with fear as the executioner stepped forward, cane in hand. The first strike landed with a sickening thud, tearing through her thin garment and drawing a sharp cry from her lips. Each subsequent stroke was a symphony of pain, the cane slicing th