Over 20 lashes had already left numerous bruises on his back.
Nathaniel held his breath, biting down on his lower lip to keep himself from crying out in humiliation, even though his lip was already bleeding. Cold sweat covered his forehead, and blue veins bulged in his arms.
At 40 lashes, his arms against the wall began to tremble uncontrollably.
By the time they had struck him 70 times, his back was numb from the pain. His skin, seemingly thinner than before, had broken in several places, staining his white shirt with blood.
Dizziness overcame him, and his long straight legs trembled uncontroLlably.
Abel sighed as he watched Cyrus’ cruelty was on full display.
While beating Nathaniel with the rattan whip caused immense pain, it was unlikely to kill him.
Abel couldn’t help but note the secrecy of their actions, ensuring that Lucinda would remain unaware of Nathaniel’s injuries, all of which were on his back and would not hinder his mobility.
Lost in thought, Abel was startled by the sound of a heavy thud.
The pain had become too much for Nathaniel, and he had collapsed on the ground.
The two men with Abel exchanged a worried glance, unsure of what to do next.
Turning to Abel for guidance, they asked, “What should we do now?”
Surveying Nathaniel’s pale face, Abel inquired, “How many times did you strike him?”
“Ninety times,” came the grim reply.
Despite Nathaniel’s current state, Abel couldn’t help but admire the strength and resilience he had shown in enduring such torture.
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“What a tough man!” he exclaimed.
“He actually endured the pain for ninety lashes before fainting!” After pondering for a moment, he asked, “Did you not beat him hard enough?”
The two men shook their heads vigorously.
“You know how strong we are, and this was Mr. Simmons’ orders. We didn’t dare hold back.”
After a brief pause, one of them asked again, “What do we do now?”
“Should we administer the final ten lashes?” “If we do, we’ll need to splash water on him to revive him first.”
Abel remained silent, gazing down at Nathaniel lying on the ground.
Nathaniel’s complexion was ghastly pale, but his lips were marked with bright red bloodstains.
Despite his battered appearance, his angular features somehow managed to retain their appeal.