Chapter 373

Immediately, Elijah's smooth back was mercilessly slashed by the barbs of the whip. Blood streaks appeared vividly, and intense pain overtook him. With just the first lash, Elijah's forehead was covered in cold sweat. He clenched his teeth, every muscle in his body tense, yet he maintained an erect posture, enduring in complete silence. Grant had noticed the bandage in the center of Elijah's undershirt when he removed his clothes, intentionally avoiding the injured area. However, this meant there were fewer places on Elijah's back that could withstand the punishment. By the fifteenth lash, the upper half of Elijah's back, separated by the bandage, was a gruesome canvas of crossing blood streaks. Elijah's breathing grew heavier, veins throbbing on his forehead. Even his eyelashes trembled uncontrollably. Nonetheless, he tightly pressed his lips, determined not to emit a single sound of humiliation. In a self-deprecating moment, he realized that after more than a decade away