Not too long after, six bodyguards walked in and began dragging Mary Sullivan out of the house, forcefully. "No... Father please, help..." Mary cried out as she struggled to free herself.

Her efforts, however, were futile.

Bailey Ronson was in such panic, that she was already in tears, but Tony Sullivan simply ignored her.

Mary's body was pressed against the cobblestone floor by four of the guards.

One of them held on to a whip while he walked toward her. He lowered his gaze before respectfully saying, "I apologize for this, Miss. I cannot disobey the master's orders." "Let go of me!" screamed Mary.

The more she struggled, the more the pebbles on the cobblestone floor scraped against her skin. It hurt terribly.

"Miss, please do not struggle. If you don't, the whip will only hit your back, but if you continue to do so, I cannot guarantee that you won't be accidentally hit somewhere else." After she started struggling less, the four bodyguards let her go.

Immediately after, the guard holding the whip lashed it against Mary's back.

Mary's shirt tore open at that moment, a fresh open wound clearly visible on her skin.

At that moment, she couldn't tell her flesh and blood apart. All she could do was shriek in pain.

As she wailed loudly, she struggled to get up.

But the bodyguard wouldn't allow it. He continued to whip her mercilessly.

The pain was so unbearable that Mary began cursing at them. "You insufferable slaves! I'll make sure each and every one of you suffer for this one day!"

Her taunts meant nothing to the bodyguard. Every time he whipped, he added the number in his mind.

By the time the number of lashes reached fifty, Mary barely had any strength left and she lay on the ground, her body shivering profusely.

Mary had already passed out when the number hit a hundred. Open wounds were all over her body, excluding her face.

Once it was all over, she was immediately sent to a hospital's emergency room.

***

When morning came, Xyla Quest opened her eyes. Her bare feet touched her bedroom's floor as she drew open the white curtains covering the French windows.

The spring sun graced her room with a comfortable warmth.

The flowers in the courtyard grew in vibrant colors and the grass smelled fresh. All of this put Xyla in a good mood.

Bzz... bzz... At that moment, Xyla's phone began to vibrate on her nightstand.

She walked over to pick it up and noticed that the call was from Georgie. She sat on her bed as she answered the call.

"Good morning, president Xyla. I heard news from a friend that Mary Sullivan was sent to the hospital for an emergency rescue last night. There were apparently open wounds all over her body..." reported Georgie.

Hearing the news, Xyla couldn't help but smile in satisfaction. "Her father must have taught her a lesson."

"That's what I heard as well... It seems that Tony Sullivan had given orders to have her whipped a hundred times."

Xyla snorted. She felt little to no pity for Mary.

She wouldn't have needed to be punished if she hadn't done those things in the first place.

Once the call ended, Xyla went off to clean herself up before preparing to head out.

Not long after, her phone began vibrating again.

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