Jerry panted, enduring the pain in his back. He said with difficulty, "I didn't ... take Dewey's key, and I didn't get to the top floor. I didn't ... steal..."
"You're lying!"
His back was hit by the cane repeatedly and intensely.
Under the bloody shirt, even the part that was not bleeding was bruised and swollen. There was no good part.
Every time the cane smashed onto him, it would tear through the swollen wound, causing him to bleed badly.
"Ah..."
Jerry gave a muffled groan and his straight back finally collapsed. When he supported himself with one hand, his arm trembled uncontrollably from the pain.
"Ronian, I really ... didn't..."
Konner, who was standing by the pillar, felt a lingering fear and could not bear to see the miserable condition on Jerry's back.
Jennifer covered her mouth and cried sympathetically.
Being forced to watch this was also quite torturous for them.