The second lash, my pupils constricted, the skin-peeling wound felt like a branding iron, my breathing so rapid it felt like I was suffocating. The third lash, I bit my lip until it bled, my body convulsing and curling up. The pain was bone-deep, but there was no escape. After ninety-nine brutal lashes, my consciousness blurred, my body covered in blood, yet I no longer struggled, only twitching mechanically. In a daze, I remembered Julian Blackwood had said he would punish Serena Vance severely, that he would tie *me* up to whip *her*, but he had broken his word. 12:38 pm PDDD. < Now, the one truly being bound, whipped, and tormented beyond endurance, was *me*! Then, I heard Julian Blackwood ask, "Serena, how many men did this madam arrange to humiliate you?" "...Ten." "Good. Then I'll make her endure it a hundredfold." He coldly ordered his men, "Find a hundred of the dirtiest beggars, and then give this woman some drugs." He lifted his leather shoe and kicked my masked chin. "How dare you harm my wife? I'll make you regret ever coming into this world!" The mask flew to the floor. "Julian Blackwood..." I shouted with all my might. "If you knew the one you were hurting was me, would you regret it?" But all my blood-stained words turned into incoherent whimpers. Julian Blackwood had already turned and walked away, holding Serena Vance's hand. "Serena, don't look at this anymore, it's disgusting. I'll be with you for the next few days..." His voice faded into the distance. Someone untied me and forced a pill into my mouth. My heart felt like it had plunged into an ice cellar, but my body grew hotter and hotter. Countless filthy beggars surged through the door, an foul stench assailing me. Their gazes were lewd and vulgar, their hands, with their gray fingernails and oozing sores, brazenly touched my body. Besides the overwhelming revulsion, I even felt a shameful pleasure. I gasped for air, my face abnormally flushed, my eyes filled with tears of humiliation. If this continued, I would truly be utterly destroyed. 12:38 pm PDDD < I stumbled, grabbed a vase, shattered it with all my might, and forcefully stabbed a piece into my thigh. The gushing blood finally brought me a sliver of clarity. As the beggars closed in, with nowhere left to retreat, I glanced at the window behind me and, filled with grim determination, jumped. Perhaps it was the darkest hour before dawn; beneath the third-story window was a soft lawn, and not far away, the nightclub's back door stood open. Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!