After the torment, Victoria finally couldn't bear the weight and fainted. Her back was a horrifying mess of flesh and blood, a sight too gruesome to behold. The ghastly wounds continued to ooze blood, and even in her unconscious state, her body twitched involuntarily.
"General, she has passed out," a subordinate reported.
"Wake her up and continue," Brydon ordered coldly, like a predator devoid of any emotion.
"Uncle, can I do it myself?" Damian eagerly asked. Since being beaten half to death, his psyche had undergone a significant change. The more beautiful the woman, the more he wanted to brutally destroy her. If he couldn't have it, he would destroy it.
"Since you want to do it yourself, give it a try," Brydon nodded, indifferent to this trivial matter.
"Thank you, Uncle!"
Damian grinned maliciously, impatiently gripping the whip.
Once Brydon's subordinates revived Victoria, Damian swung the whip fiercely onto her body.