Chapter 92

“Ethan… Ethan… Ethan,” Max called his attention when he kept on cursing Ina until she left the scene. "Don't hate Ina that much… You should be thankful to her that she asked me not to kill you. If I wouldn't owe her, I would definitely kill you."

Ethan glared at Max, which made him raise his brows. “Stop glaring at me, will you?” He signaled his men to get his whipping rod and knife.

Max stood near his prisoner. He was afraid that Ethan would fight back so he ordered his men again to tie his feet. A smirk appeared on Max’s face as he saw Ethan’s miserable state. He took the whipping rod from one of his men and started to whip Ethan from behind.

Ethan winced in pain for every lash he received, but he tried to be strong. The back of his white long sleeve shirt got shredded and was stained by blood. He groaned and gasped as he kept on receiving each whip. Max was not satisfied with exacting his torture so he took a paddle and began hitting Ethan at the back of his legs. He was starting