The belt lashed harshly against Wang Ruo'an's back. With each strike, a bloody red mark appeared on his plump, white body. His back was now in a ghastly state, and yet, with each blow, Wang Ruo'an's body remained motionless, like a corpse.
Apart from the agony etched on his face, his bloodshot eyes looked as if they were about to bleed.
"How does it feel? Ruohan, isn't it nice? I know this is your favorite. Didn't you always love playing this game with me for no reason? Now you're ill, but that's alright, I haven't forgotten how much you enjoyed this game back then. Don't worry, I won't let you die. You'll live well, without a single issue. Look, haven't I kept you well-fed and healthy?
Isn't it great like this? Everyone knows how virtuous and chaste I, Shang Kaiwen, am. Weren't you most afraid of me talking to other men?
Look at me now, surrounded solely by women, not a single man in sight. I've been so good to you. I love you this much, you should be really happy.
