The Great Medical Saint novel Chapter 281

Matthew smacked his lips. "What does being a woman have to do with it? If someone messes up, they should face the consequences."

Sara cried and said, "I-I didn't mean I shouldn't face the consequences. Otherwise, you can give me a good spanking like last time. A few more hits are fine. Just please don't kill me."

He remembered Rachel's plea not to kill anyone. His bloodthirsty rage subsided, but his anger still smoldered. Since Sara had offered to take a spanking, he wouldn't hold back. "Stick it up!"

Sara felt an unexpected sense of relief upon hearing that. She had narrowly escaped a worse fate and, with a mix of fear and resignation, turned around and presented herself for the spanking.

She bit her red lips and said, "G-Go ahead. Spank me."

Matthew's hand came down hard with a sharp smack. The smack on her backside was sharp and crisp.

As the sting set in, Sara bit her lip and let out a muffled, pained whimper.

He was satisfied by the firm, resilient feedback of his hand against her skin, but his gaze quickly turned icy. He swung his hand down again and delivered another hard smack.

She groaned again. His hand came down like a hailstorm. Each strike landed with a sharp slap as she cried out in a series of pained gasps.

Rachel had seen Matthew chasing after Sara and had tried to follow, but she was lagging behind. After just a few flights of stairs, she was already gasping for breath. When she reached the stairwell, she heard a strange, unsettling noise from the rooftop.

Suddenly, a resonant, disorienting moan echoed from the rooftop. It was like a thunderclap that seemed to awaken everything—making old cats meow, donkey bray, dead tree buds, and all things come back to life.

Her legs turned to jelly, and she gripped the wall for support. The sounds from the rooftop grew louder and more intense. The sharp, cracking noises were deafening, and Sara's moans became more frantic and desperate.