Ariana had been tortured throughout the entire night. Covered in bruises and marks from the ordeal, she limped back home, barely able to move.
Dahlia, seeing her daughter’s pale face, rushed to help her to the room. When she saw the welts from the whip and the burn marks from candles, her heart broke with sympathy.
"How could Nelson do this to you?" Dahlia exclaimed, her voice trembling with anger.
Ariana screamed in pain, her voice full of frustration, "I’m dying here! Mom, Nelson is useless now!"
"What do you mean useless?" Dahlia quickly searched through the medicine cabinet for some healing ointment.
Ariana’s eyes narrowed with bitterness. "He’s... he’s no longer capable. He’s lost everything in that department, and now he’s resorting to a***e to reclaim his manhood."
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