(God's POV)

Northern Territory Dungeon, one hour ago.

Olivia hung from the torture rack, suspended by two thick iron chains. Her wrists were rubbed raw, the flesh bloody and mangled.

Snap!

A leather whip soaked in saltwater lashed viciously against her back, which was already a map of old scars.

Olivia let out a muffled groan of agony. Her body trembled violently, and cold sweat instantly soaked the stray lock of hair hanging over her forehead.

Mrs. ...