Even after repeatedly abusing Ivy's body, Patrick wasn't satisfied... no, to be precise, his sadism was ignited, and he smiled,
"I should punish you properly this time. What if you continue to have those thoughts again?"
Patrick stood up and stared at Ivy, who looked like a broken doll. He went to his room and took out a paddle.
Walking toward the Ivy, he turned her over and started to strike the paddle on Ivy's backside repeatedly.
The first blow was so hard to bear that Ivy started to cry. After going through inhuman torture, Ivy thought nothing could have been worse, but now...
The stinging pain burned Ivy's skin, while Ivy shivered from the cold. The pain was intensified due to the drugs, and she wished she could just faint at that moment.
Yet the luxury of fainting never reached her.
Patrick stopped only when blood seeped out from the abrasion formed on Ivy's buttocks.
He threw the paddle on the ground and snorted,
"I won't be so kind next time."
