Chapter 68 Barely Conscious

• Charles was barely conscious, his voice a weak whisper. “No... Evelyn didn’t... it was me...” He tried to explain, but his words were cut off by another lash of the whip.
• Antonio leaned in close, his voice a low growl. “You will pay for every lie, every betrayal.” He signaled to his men, who brought in a table filled with various instruments of torture—knives, pliers, and branding irons. Antonio picked up a knife, the blade glinting in the dim light.
• He ran the blade lightly across Charles’s cheek, drawing a thin line of blood. “I’m going to deal with you first,” he said, his voice cold. He plunged the knife into Charles’s thigh, twisting it slowly. Charles’s scream was raw and primal, filled with pain and fear.