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

Christina's face was already drained of all color, her mouth filled with the metallic taste of blood. Even so, she stood her ground, weakly shaking 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 boiling over.

The whip struck her back again and again, each lash more merciless than the last. Christina's body soon became a canvas of blood, her dress torn and stained as her skin broke under the relentless assault.

She wailed in pain before passing out.

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

"But for someone like her, brute force alone won't break her spirit. I've got an idea that'll make her submit instantly."

Tony was intrigued. "Wh