Phoebe's POV
Even as he pleaded for mercy, I didn't ease up one bit.
If I didn't still need him alive, considering how much I despised him and whoever was pulling his strings, I would have finished him off without a second thought.
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Outside the door, Charlies watched in stunned silence as Phoebe continued her relentless assault, his mouth hanging open in shock. She'd been at it for quite a while. Didn't her arm get tired?
Charlies stuttered, "Harold, isn't Little Phoebe being a bit too brutal? You're not worried she might actually kill him?" The way she was swinging that whip with such force and speed, she could genuinely end someone's life.
Charlies observed the scene with morbid fascination. 'Jesus, there's not an inch of this guy that isn't torn up. What a bloody disaster.'
