This solid wooden ruler, when it cos down, is not much easier than a whip.
A whip leaves marks imdiately, but when the ruler cos down, the injury is beneath the skin, with no marks at first, but the pain is just as piercing.
When Scarlett Yates was a child, she had been punished with a ruler. That ruler was not as long, nor as wide, and the one in Ian Douglas’s hand had better wood, but it still made her scream and cry.
The black lacquered ruler had a layer of cold light. Ian Douglas held it and lightly tapped it, making Scarlett Yates’s heart tremble violently.
"You still know I’m your elder. Do you have the deanor a younger generation should have?" Ian Douglas walked up to Scarlett Yates with the ruler, raised an eyebrow, and said coldly, "Stretch out her hand."
Scarlett Yates resisted with all her might, struggling, saying, "Old Master Douglas, what right do you have to hit ? This is an insult to my dignity, you have no right to do this."
Smack the palm?
Even disciplining children isn’t done this way anymore, out of fear of hurting their self-esteem. Yet here she is, an adult, being held down and hit on the palm, it’s too humiliating!
Her struggle was futile; the icy hands felt as if they were rooted in her flesh and could not be shaken off.
She only moved slightly, her arm was firmly held down, unable to budge a fraction.
The icy hand pressed her shoulder, turning her palm face up.
Scarlett Yates couldn’t move, so she yelled even louder, "Let go, you’re deliberately abusing , I’ll report you!"
Ian Douglas sneered. In her shouting, he raised his hand, the ruler swung down unrcifully.
Smack—
The heavy ruler thudded onto her palm, making Scarlett Yates’s face twist with pain, her body shivered, she struggled more fiercely, roaring, "How can you do this? Ian Douglas, I’m going to report you for abuse, I definitely will."
As soon as the words were out, the black lacquered ruler flickered before her eyes and ca down heavily again.
Pain, such terrible pain.
Ian Douglas showed no rcy, if his strength was ten-fold, he used nine parts of it, only after three or four hits, Scarlett Yates’s palm was swollen and high.
But he showed no sign of stopping, finishing one hand, switching to the other.
Scarlett Yates felt her hands were about to break, the piercing pain ca in waves, it left her drenched in sweat, a layer of cold sweat covered her body, and her forehead was densely covered with cold sweat.
"Ian Douglas, you black-hearted, black-bottod old fox, I’ll expose your true colors, you psychologically twisted hypocrite."
"Go on, hit , hit to death, otherwise, as long as I’m alive, I’ll expose you, I’ll let everyone know how despicable, shaless, and twisted you are, you torture addict."
Scarlett Yates cursed fiercely at first, but as she continued, her voice grew softer.
Cold sweat dripped more from her forehead, her face grew paler.
The ruler ca down again and again, it felt as if her hand was no longer her own, at first there was pain, after a while, her whole hand went numb.
Blood beads oozed from her palm,
Scarlett Yates bit her lip and teeth tightly, sparks began to appear in her eyes, only feeling the world spinning, everything in front of her was swirling around.
She was drenched in cold sweat, the blood in her body seed to stop flowing, her limbs gradually turned cold, and her breathing beca more rapid...
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