Nathan was conflicted at first, but ultimately chose to stay still.
“Well?” Lucinda raised an eyebrow and cast a warning glance at him.
“You are a man of your word, aren’t you?”
Of course, he was. And Nathan couldn’t think of a single thing to refute her with.
Gingerly and begrudgingly, he stretched out his left arm and opened his palm up to her.
Lucinda wasted no time. In the blink of an eye, the ferule slapped against his roughened palm.
The sound was less intense this time around, though it wasn’t any better.
This time, however, Nathan did not flinch.
“Does it hurt?” Lucinda asked, her voice softening.
Nathan took a moment to feel his hand, and then answered in all honesty, “Not really.”
His hands were rough and seasoned from handling a gun all these years, as well as a myriad of other combat trainings. He might have lived a life of luxury in Forden, but his hands were never soft nor smooth.
As it was, the only noticeable effect of the lashing just now was a red welt that had immediately formed on his palm.
That was not to say that it did not hurt, it did sting. It was just well within his threshold of pain.
Lucinda’s face hardened again. She was not happy with his answer at all.
Not really? What was up with that?
‘s
So it didn’t hurt at all?
It looked like she should exert a bit more strength on her next strike.
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Lucinda clasped Nathan’s fingers tightly, preventing him from instinctively pulling his hand away when he felt the searing pain.
Raising her right hand high, she forcefully hit his hand three times with the ferule.
Lucinda’s mercy was nowhere to be found this time. Combining her own expertise in Jiu Jitsu, she poured every ounce of strength into each hit.
Nathan gasped, his jaw tightened, and his arm shook uncontrollably.
His broad palm swelled rapidly, turning a fiery shade of red. While the distinct marks left by the strikes were clearly visible.
The surface area of his palm was much smaller compared to his back, and it seemed that the ferule consistently found its mark in the same spot. He detested this particular type of pain.
A man’s palm was so fragile and he was in so much pain.