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Daciana struggled to breath from the crushing pain. Her shoulder ache from the pain of being tied. For the past three hours, she has been tied to a chair and continuously beaten up.

A low groan escaped her mouth as tears drop on her bruised cheek. She look dead!

"Are you still not ready to change your form?" Carlos asked coldly and the female remained stiff.

The pain surging through her did a better job of rendering her mute. Daciana look dejected and worn out. Her skin becomes paler with each passing seconds.

She was flogged with a strong iron rod, slapped across the face just on her right cheek occasionally.

Carlos squatted, a small evil smile stayed on his face as he stares at her disfigured body, even with all the marks on her body, she still look appealing to him.

The lady won't change no matter the amount of torture. Seeing that she is not ready to talk once again, Carlos stood up.

He untied her and her body fell on the floor. No part of her body was left unbruised, blood