Chapter 149

Tony shouted angrily, "Are you making the call?"

Christina's face was pale, her mouth filled with the metallic taste of blood. Even so, she weakly shook her head. "No… I won't let Andrew walk into a death trap because of me. You might as well give up!"

"Keep hitting her! Beat her to death if you have to!" Tony roared, his fury escalating.

The whip lashed her back repeatedly, each strike more brutal than the last. Christina's body quickly became a canvas of blood; her dress torn and stained as her skin broke under the relentless assault. She wailed in pain before losing consciousness.

Herman Blackwood, an elderly man with streaks of white in his hair, chuckled darkly beside Tony. His voice, laced with malice, said, "This one's got some backbone; I'll give her that."

"But brute force alone won't break her spirit. I have an idea that'll make her submit instantly," Tony said.

Tony, fearing he might accidentally kill Christina, wanted to change his approach. He also wanted to prolong the encounter's "fun".

Herman smirked wickedly. "She's a young, untouched beauty, a rare find. Why waste time whipping her when you can show her who's in charge? Nothing breaks a woman faster than a man asserting his dominance… right in front of her."

Tony's eyes gleamed with excitement. He laughed. "You're absolutely right, Mr. Blackwood. Her beauty is truly exceptional! Perhaps you should go first—you have the most experience."

Herman waved him off with a sly grin. "Now, now, Mr. Madden Senior, don't be ridiculous. I'm far too old for such things, especially with my martial arts training—I can't waste my vital energy like that! But back in the day, oh, I would have shown this little lady what a real man is."

Tony roared with laughter. "Everyone knows you were formidable in your prime, Mr. Blackwood! The stories are legendary!"

Herman's wrinkled face lit up with pride. "If I were thirty years younger, this wouldn't even be a discussion. I was unstoppable back then!"

Grinning, Tony turned to his men. "Wake her up. Let's have some fun."

Soon, a bucket of cold water splashed over Christina's unconscious body, jolting her awake. Drenched and shivering, her bloodied dress clung to her curves, further fueling the men's twisted desires. Some chuckled; others stared with a sickening intensity.

Before Tony could act, Juan eagerly stepped forward. "Dad, let me go first! Please!" He began loosening his belt, approaching Christina with a lewd smile, without waiting for an answer.

Tony's expression flickered with disappointment, but recalling Juan's recent suffering, he decided to let him vent his frustrations. "Go ahead. She's all yours."

Juan approached Christina, his eyes gleaming with malicious intent. "So, you're Andrew's little sweetheart, huh? Perfect. I'm going to make you scream for mercy, and when that coward shows up, I'll make sure he sees every bit of it."

Christina scrambled back, clutching her torn dress in a feeble attempt to cover herself. Each movement aggravated her wounded back, sending waves of unbearable pain through her body and forcing tears down her face.

"You monsters! I'd rather die than let you touch me!" she spat, trembling.

Juan smirked and slapped her across the face, sending her sprawling. "You think you get to choose, you stupid bitch? When you're in my hands, you'll do anything I tell you to!" He added, "I've wanted to get my hands on you since I first saw you with Harvey. I didn't get the chance—until now."