WHIP WHIP! WHIP!! WHIP!!!. Camille lower lips bled just holding the pain. Boss was in rage. He had lost count of how many striking whips had been inflicted on Camila's back. He only want one thing, to make this bitch have a slow taste of death. But she never beg nor did she scream or cried. Camila held on, not dead yet. Boss was pissed, so he continued. The whole room was becoming fogging with perspiration. Camila wrists was tied high up to the roof, her toes barely torching the floor. "I lost everything because of you. You damn bitch. WHIP" "You will die tonight. WHIP" "And when am done with you," Boss made a swift exchange with his belt. Locking the tail of the leather around his palm. His evil grin shows how much worse he will lash the buckle on her. "Expect to see you father and brother with you in hell." With great strength or the last out of exertion the buckle slash Camila back. She do not held back this one. She cried, the agonizing type. Boss went on a couple on t