Chapter seventy(Grief)

Juliana's pov:

Sitting graciously at his chair, Carter ordered "Let the torture begins………

And instantly one of his men whips the lashes forcefully at my back. The whip pierced through my skin like a deeply cut, still trying to regain from the lashes. I felt another whip at my back, and the routine continued. I gritted my teeth to avoid tears rolling down my cheeks, my nails stung deeply inside the tree as I forced myself not to make a voice or show any sign of pain.

My back is full of bruises which I knew will take long before it heals, they kept whipping at the same spot, therefore, causing the wound to get deeper and deeper. Blood was seen bathing out of the place, the more I forced myself to take in the pain, the harder they went on with the whip. Tears started clouding my eyes as my head felt dizzy and I found my surroundings spinning. I fought to keep my eyelid open, I won't allow them to get the reaction that they want from me. Though I don't know how long I can pull up I have