Three more hours passed in the dungeon. Eve, who had been standing earlier, now lay on the ground, on the side of her body. Her body was in indescribable pain that the guard Deacon had caused after using the leather whip on her back, arms, and legs.
She could hear her muffled screams of pain echoing in her ears while the prisoners around enjoyed the sight earlier of her being whipped by the guard inside her cell.
Another guard stood outside with Deacon and said, "She must be a trained killer. You whipped her to the point where her dress ripped on her beck and arms, yet she hasn't shed tears."
Deacon had noticed this too, which was why he now stared at her. The whips used on the supernatural creatures and the human prisoners differed in the dungeon; he had used the human whip on this woman.
