"Ahhhhhh!!!"
Cyril felt unclean.
Before entering that small room, when he was suspended and harshly whipped by that guy, he pretended to look in pain, but thought of many things.
Pain, he could endure.
Isn't it just about endurance?
I endure.
No matter how abominable the torture, Cyril would endure it silently.
He wanted to prove to Herbert that he was no worse than him!
Even if he was somewhat weaker in strength, in terms of willpower, he was definitely not worse!
Absolutely!
And then…
Cyril regretted it.
Bitterly regretted!
At the beginning, everything was developing just as the script he anticipated in his mind.
After the whipping, the man would take him to the interrogation room to continue the abuse.
The burly guard was merely a sadistic maniac who delighted in torturing slaves, nothing to fear.
When the other let him kneel with his eyes closed, he guessed the man would sneak whip him from behind.
