Chapter 7 The Devil Does Not Die Easily

• “You must be relieved that I did not demote you as a Slave like your whining pup!”
• Ansel endured the one hundred whipping of Cal, orchestrated by Giro, his most loyal bestfriend. The silver-edge of the whip carved his back, bleeding it like watercolor in a canvass.
• But his head remained lifted. Ansel’s expressions did not so much as falter. ‘I will not yield.’ Those words reverberated in his mind. ‘I do not yield.’