"Ow…"
Caster almost jumped up from the floor. However, before he could even close his mouth, he was bundled up by a rope and tied to a pole in the corner.
The pain in his crotch made him suck in cold air, and his mind went blank.
Mag, who was standing at the side, put his legs together instinctively. He was suddenly glad that Camilla hadn't woken him up with this method in the past. Otherwise, the story would have gone in the other direction.
"Tell me. How do you want to die?" Camilla coldly said. She took a set of whip and candles out of nowhere, and then snapped the whip across Caster's face, leaving a deep bloody mark.
Caster was totally awakened by the whip. Although the pain in his crotch was unbearable, he still tried his best to close his legs together and look at Camilla. With a panicked expression, he said, "Countess Bartoli, this has to be a misunderstanding—"
Smack!
Camilla didn't waste her breath as she whipped him again.
