Chapter 352 Torture

• Jim returned the bread to its plate, sliding it aside, and rose to fetch Maria's whip from the nearby table. With a flick of his wrist, he cracked the whip, eyeing the array of torture implements adorning the walls.
• "I'm thinking about soaking your whip in saltwater and delivering a daily flogging. Of course, I'll summon a physician afterward. I won't allow you to die so easily."
• "Give me a moment. I think an idea is coming up." Jim circled behind Maria.