She rolled around on the ground, her body beaten until there wasn't a good piece of flesh left, the floor covered with her blood.
Then she cried and pleaded, "I was wrong, I was wrong, please, stop hitting me."
Ian Douglas swung a thick, black whip with a cold smile, his eyes filled with murderous intent: "Begging for mercy now? Too late. You dared to seduce my grandson, prepare to be beaten to death by me."
As she thought about it, lost in her thoughts, Scarlett actually felt waves of pain in her body, as if struck by the whip.
When she returned to her senses, blinked her eyes, she realized that two men with icy expressions were grabbing her arms on either side.
They grabbed precisely where her body was scratched, their strength immense, fingers embedded in her flesh like eagle claws, no wonder she felt the pain.
"Our apologies, Miss Yates." These ice-faced men feigned politeness after capturing her.
