“This task will not be difficult for you.” His gaze fell on Khanyi, who was being held down on the bench by two soldiers. “I would like to ask you to teach this woman to obey. I believe you will do very well.” A meaningful smile appeared on his handsome face.
“Of course, General,” Margaret replied. “Teaching a lesson is always my forte.”
“I will reward you well.”
“May I ask, General, what if this girl is stubborn and refuses to comply?” Margaret’s beautiful eyes turned to Khanyi, habitually tapping the steel whip in her right hand against her left palm.
“Do as you please,” he said, walking to the side of the bench, his long fingers gliding over Khanyi’s delicate cheek.
Her black pupils widened in fear. He intended to hand her back over to that witch, which was far worse than letting her die.
Margaret snorted coldly, glaring fiercely at Khanyi’s face. “I will follow your orders. I believe that after this ‘education,’ she will completely submit.”
“Very well. I will come to take her away in a week.” He glanced at Khanyi, curled up on the bench, then turned to walk toward the door.
“But General, why not stay a little longer? I…” Margaret was unwilling to miss this opportunity to be alone with him. In the past, with those handsome male guards, she only needed to give them a little spark, and they would come to her room for a rendezvous at night. But facing General Ryan, she had no confidence at all. He was so handsome and elegant, yet so proud and unapproachable. She decided to throw caution to the wind and hinted to him, “I have prepared some French wine and would like to share it with you.”
He remained unmoved, saying at the door, “In seven days, you will naturally receive your reward.”
Margaret glared hatefully at his tall figure as he walked away, her gaze falling on Khanyi.
Margaret yanked Khanyi off the bench, her heavy military boots stepping on Khanyi’s shoulder, the steel whip falling beside Khanyi’s cheek. She reflexively closed her eyes, but the whip did not cut her skin.
Margaret tapped the tip of the steel whip against Khanyi’s face. “You yellow-skinned whore, what skills do you have to seduce the soldiers of the empire?”
“I didn’t seduce anyone!” Khanyi could no longer endure the insults. To her, this female devil and that devilish general were a match made in hell.
“Hmph, don’t think that just because you have the general’s orders, I can’t whip you. There are many ways to make you wish you were dead.”
“If you have the guts, kill me. Your devilish superior will make you pay.”
Margaret grabbed Khanyi’s black hair, saying viciously, “I will kill you, but I won’t let you die so easily! Slapping you now, even if your face swells, it will heal in seven days.” Margaret signaled to the two female guards, and the two fierce women each held Khanyi’s shoulders while one began to slap her face hard. Before long, her cheeks were marked with red prints, and blood flowed from her nostrils and mouth.
Seeing Khanyi beaten to the point of bleeding from her seven orifices, Margaret finally felt a sense of relief. She signaled to stop. Unexpectedly, Khanyi did not plead for mercy; instead, she glared at Margaret ‘s face, cursing, “You witch! You are not even human! You are all beasts! You will not have a good end.”
“Don’t let this whore’s blood stain the book. You two, clean her up.”
The two guards understood and roughly dragged Khanyi to the sink. Margaret turned on the faucet, and Khanyi watched as the water gushed into the basin, splashing onto her face from time to time. Although she had no idea what they were planning, she knew it couldn’t be anything good. Before long, the water had filled the basin to three-quarters. Margaret turned off the faucet and beckoned to the two guards, “Come on, my angels, clean the blood off her face well.”
“No—” Khanyi barely had time to scream before the two guards grabbed her by the hair and pushed her down into the sink. The cold water choked her airway, and she dared not open her mouth. The suffocating feeling became more and more pronounced as her limbs struggled desperately, but her head was firmly held underwater by the two female guards. Minutes passed, and she gradually lost consciousness, fainting away.
“Lieutenant, is she going to die?” one of the burly female guards asked with some concern.
“Don’t worry, her worthless life won’t end so quickly.” Margaret watched as Khanyi was pulled out of the water, truly unconscious.
“This woman is not like the others. If she really dies, General Ryan will hold us accountable. We can’t afford that.”
“Let’s leave it at that for today. Lock her in a cell, and don’t give her anything to eat tonight. It’s fine; we still have six days to take our time.”
