In the cellars of the Discipline Hall.
A young man, who looked weak, was being whipped behind the bars continuously by two guards. After hitting dozens of times, the guards were out of breath.
“This punk… he’s yet to utter a cry.”
“Maybe we should have let him rot here a few more days.”
The young man, who was made to sit on the back of his heels, with his arms sealed up in a piece of wood, was none other than Edgar. The back of his shirt was long torn, and his entire back had swollen red and bled, but the guards whipped him some more.
After they finished a thousand whippings in total, they stopped and removed his wooden bindings.
“Hmph, put this shirt on.” They tossed an old
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WHIT 83 - BREAKING THE LIMITS
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WHIT 84 - THE ESCAPEES
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