"You still dare lie to me? Do you really take me for a fool, Racheal?" Poppi said coldly as she released her grip on Racheal's hair.
Racheal stumbled backward, her already weakened body from the relentless whipping now trembling under the impact. She staggered, barely catching herself from collapsing completely. Her arms flailed slightly as she tried to balance, pain radiating from every inch of her body. Still, she remained standing—barely. Her face was pale, her breathing shallow, but her eyes—though filled with fear—held onto the last shreds of hope that someone, anyone, would believe her.
"Senior Madam..." Racheal choked out, her voice barely more than a whisper.
Paa!
