Mr. Marsh’s Twins

The next second, their lips twisted into a cold sneer as they raised the whip high and brought it down heavily. Pain! Intense pain! The whip lashed fiercely against Rupert’s body. “This is for hiding every day! This is for not repaying the money!” “Rupert, you big liar! Go to hell! You keep fooling me, saying you’ll pay next month, always next month!”

He couldn’t cry or shout; the intense pain awakened every cell in Rupert’s body. It was unbearable, pure torture; death would be a relief. His hands and feet were tightly bound, unable to dodge a single lash, only endure them. He instinctively shrank his neck, burying his head as much as possible to protect his face, but the whip had no eyes.

Soon, the two men took turns whipping him until their arms grew tired, leaving Rupert’s body a bloody mess. Seeing Rupert slumped weakly against the pillar, barely moving, they finally stopped. Rupert was on the verge of death, numb from pain, his body covered in wounds seeping blood.

The two men exchanged glances and threw down the whip in disgust. One of them fetched a bucket of water and unceremoniously dumped it over Rupert. The cold water jolted him awake with a start. They knew he wasn’t dead yet.

One of the men brought out a chair from somewhere and sat down, crossing his legs and taking a deep drag on his cigarette. In a cold voice, he asked, “How long do you plan to dodge this debt?” With a towel stuffed in his mouth, Rupert couldn’t answer and could only shake his head vigorously.

The standing man stepped forward and pulled the towel from Rupert’s mouth. Gasping for air like a reprieve from death, Rupert felt as if his mouth didn’t belong to him anymore. The towel was filthy and stank; he coughed several times in discomfort.

“Not answering? Put the towel back in!” “No no no!” Rupert hurriedly spoke up. “I have money! I will repay it!” “Bullshit! Your account is empty!” The man sneered. “Don’t try to bluff me; I’ve already checked. You have no money. What are you going to do? Sell your flesh or make your parents pay?”This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

“I have a fiancee! Her name is Summer. She has compensation money from a demolition project and she’s in the entertainment industry. She recently got a lead role in a show!” Rupert anxiously offered ideas, fearing they’d gag him again. “Bring her here; she will definitely pay! We are family; we are engaged!”

The man took out his phone and started searching for something online. Rupert watched nervously but secretly breathed a sigh of relief; this could be verified. Summer was indeed his fiancee with compensation money and an entry into the entertainment industry; he hadn’t lied.

The man found a photo online and squatted down in front of Rupert, showing him the picture with an indifferent tone, “Is this her?” Rupert glanced at the phone and nodded eagerly, “Yes, yes.”

Suddenly, the man’s face turned cold, his gaze sharp as knives. At that moment, a heavy slap landed on Rupert’s face, leaving him stunned-“Damn it! You want me to kidnap Spencer’s woman? Are you trying to get me killed?! I’ll kill you! How dare you drag me into this mess! Playing dirty with me!!”