Chapter 1909

Kristen shrugged off the slap. It meant little to her. She continued to glare fiercely at Declan, which made him grab a whip from the wall. Kristen's eyes widened in fear. That was no ordinary whip. It was covered in barbs that were sharp and dense enough to tear through flesh on contact. Stains of old blood marked its surface, a testament to its grim history and the countless victims who had suffered beneath its lashes. Before Kristen could fully comprehend the danger, Declan swung the whip with brutal force, sending unbearable pain through her body. She cried out in agony, cold sweat beading on her skin. "Why don't you just kill me!" Declan was skilled, ensuring the whip struck every inch of her body except the parts that would usually be exposed. Kristen's screams echoed through the courtyard, but the stoic guards stationed outside showed no emotion. They were used to this. By the end, Kristen was exhausted, covered in blood, yet still yearning to see Nathaniel