All Chapters of Beneath the Whip: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

CHRIS’ POVAfter I finally calmed down, the tempest of emotions within me began to settle. My chest no longer heaved with anger, and the storm that had raged in my mind gave way to an eerie silence. I found myself staring at the horizon, its endless expanse mirroring the chaos I was trying to make sense of. Judy’s sharp words and defiant actions played on repeat in my thoughts, each loop stinging me with fresh waves of confusion and resentment.Judy was so mad at me that she just walked away and it seemed that she was no longer afraid of me. As much as her anger frustrated me, a small, unwelcome voice of doubt crept in. Had I crossed a line? Maybe my actions, driven by the heat of the moment, had been too impulsive, too domineering to see her side of things—if, that is, there was a side beyond my own arrogance to consider.But Judy didn’t understand. She couldn’t grasp why I had taken such a drastic step. I had done it to shield her, to make sure no one dared to speak ill of her ever

CHRIS’ POV“Since when have cameras been installed in classrooms without my knowledge?”My investigation hit roadblock after roadblock. It became clear that the school’s senior management was not merely indifferent—they were actively concealing certain truths. “We thought you knew?”“How would I know?”“We’re new here so we have no idea when it happened and who did it.”Whenever I pressed for details, their responses were evasive, their body language defensive. Even the staff members who might have known something seemed unusually tight-lipped, refusing to provide any substantial information.The biggest puzzle was the issue of the hidden cameras. Supposedly, they had been installed in the classroom, but as far as I could recall, there had never been cameras placed there before. It didn’t make sense. Why would they be there specifically at the time I was with Judy? And who had authorised such surveillance in the first place?The more I dwelled on it, the more my unease grew. Somethi

CHRIS’ POVThe investigation was a mess—a chaotic tangle of false leads and unanswered questions that left me restless and irritable. The frustration coiled inside me like a spring wound too tight, threatening to snap.I needed answers. More than that, I needed someone to blame, someone to vent this unbearable pressure on. My thoughts kept circling back to Judy.I had been so busy in the investigation that I had not been in contact with Judy. I believed she might have liked the distance for I had not seen her trying to get my attention. This time, I was planning to go the extra mile in my torture. Yeah, I knew that I was a psycho but I was helpless. I was changed not only because of my father’s death, but also because of something that had happened to me when… Never mind! I just needed to find Judy.Her cryptic expressions, the lies she had told, the confusion she had sown—all of it was infuriating. I grabbed my phone, ready to call her and demand an explanation. As the phone rang,

JUDY’S POV“Acting all innocent now, are we?” a gruff voice sneered.It was a night that started out ordinary, a quiet evening where nothing seemed out of the ordinary—until everything spiralled into a nightmare. I had been held captive for what felt like an eternity, though it had likely only been hours. Fear clawed at my chest as I was in the dingy warehouse, surrounded by leering faces, each more menacing than the last. Their cruel laughter echoed in the empty space, sending chills down my spine. I curled up, my body trembling with the weight of impending doom.When the boss stepped closer, his predatory gaze locking onto me. My heart raced, my thoughts a chaotic blur. I was paralysed, the fight draining from me with every second that ticked by. I had never felt so helpless. Then, just as the tension reached its peak, the door to the warehouse burst open with a deafening crash.For a moment, I couldn’t process what was happening. My head snapped toward the source of the noise, an

CHRIS’ POVAs Judy began to compose herself, I noticed a shift in her demeanour. Her trembling slowed, and her tear-streaked face hardened as though she had flipped an invisible switch. Vulnerability was replaced by defiance, the raw emotions she had shared with me retreating behind walls I could almost see building before my eyes. It was like she realised, mid-sob, that she had let her guard down too much and decided to pull herself together. I should have seen it as strength, a proof to her resilience after everything she had just endured. But instead, something about it drove me mad.I didn’t understand the rage that welled up inside me. Maybe it was guilt—deep, suffocating guilt—for being the reason she was in this mess to begin with. Perhaps it was frustration at myself for not being able to fix things, to protect her properly. Or maybe it was the twisted way my brain processed the situation, channelling my emotions in the worst possible direction. Whatever it was, I lashed ou