Brutally tortured (part2)

I saw my dagger in Charles's hand. Maybe he would question why I showed up in werewolf territory with suspicious weapons.

While he was still stunned by something, I lunged at him with the agility of a cat and successfully snatched the dagger from his hand.

Not stopping there, I tactfully aimed at the fatal position right at Charles's heart and forcefully stabbed him, but he swerved to the side, making the knife point deflect from the heart and pierce the left shoulder.

A powerful kick to the stomach sent me flying. The dagger fell out of my hand. My back hit the wall, and my heavy body fell to the cold floor. I was in so much pain that I groaned. I could feel every joint in my body ripping apart, the wound tearing, and blood soaking a patch of my back.

Before I could regain my composure, cold hands gripped my neck and lifted me. I glared at Charles' dark face. Maybe I really pissed him off, and he was trying to strangle me to release his anger.

My hands grip Charles's arm. I struggled and wanted to get rid of it, but my strength was exhausted. I was so suffocated that I had no

breath to scream, my head was dizzy from lack of oxygen, and my vision blurred. Before I lost

consciousness, Charles released his hand.

My body was lying on the floor, my ears were ringing, and I couldn't hear anything. My mouth was open, instinctively trying to breathe as much air as possible. I didn't notice that Charles had left. By the time I looked around, he was

nowhere to be seen; the dagger was also gone.

I wonder why he didn't kill me? Should I feel lucky that I escaped death?

But I couldn't smile because a stranger entered my cell just moments later. In his hand, he held

a whip.

I didn't even have time to move when the man whipped my body. I screamed in pain.

Followed by the second whip, the third whip, and the fourth whip. Then, he stopped for a moment and coldly asked me a few questions to get information.

I bit my lip to endure the bone-chilling pain. Sharp and determined eyes stared at him,

defiantly saying, "kill me if you're good. I won't let you get any information."

His face turned black. I know he is furious.

"Fucking slut! I won't kill you as easily as you'd like. I'll torment you until you say something useful." He raised his whip again and whipped

me hard.

This time, I didn't scream. I endured the pain and didn't let myself cry. I knew that damn

werewolf would enjoy it even more when I groaned in pain. So I don't want him to be pleased.

If I had enough strength now, I would kill him immediately.

I don't know how much time passed, the man beat me and questioned me many times, but I

didn't say a word. It seemed he was slowly losing his patience, so he hit me more cruelly.

"I'll give you one last chance. If you don't say something useful, I'll kill you!" He squatted next to me and grabbed my hair.

My scalp was numb, but I still glared at him. Instead of answering, I spat on his face and

laughed mockingly to show my unafraid of death.

Suddenly, he hit my head hard on the floor. I could feel the warm liquid running down my forehead to my eyes and cheeks. I slowly fell into the cold darkness.

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