"Tell me... who is really behind this terror attack?" The policeman's threatening voice sounded grim.
In the dim light, the whip cracked down upon him one lash after another.
"Heh... it was just an accident, a fight on campus. Is there really a need to exaggerate it as a terror attack?" He sneered.
"You still dare to talk back!! Keep hitting him!"
The whip sliced through the air, each strike on his body felt like a sharp knife cutting through flesh, bringing intense pain, a pain that seemed endless like a long dark night, yet he couldn't pass out, his consciousness forced him to feel each pang of pain... He didn't feel hurt. Since childhood, he's lost count of how many beatings he's suffered. As a child, every time he was beaten, he would clench his teeth and silently count the time in his mind: one second, two seconds, three seconds... He hoped time would move faster so the pain could end sooner.
