Chapter 220
Myrah's POV
I watched as two bodyguards attacked him at the first sign of weakness and beat him until he was completely black and blue. As they struck him with their fists, knees, kicks, and even elbows, he moaned and moaned in agony. I told them to stop when he started bleeding from his mouth. In addition, he ought to have received a harsher sentence and a more agonizing demise; I would never want his blood on my hands.
He was conscious, despite his severe beating and his menacing eyes on me. He completely repulsed me, and I felt bad for having been nice to him at all when we first met. He was an awful recollection.
