BookAmazoneChapter 179-2 A bucket of ice-cold water splashed over Janice, and she jolted awake with a gasp, her eyes wide with terror.
"How dare youtorture me! I'll report you to the authorities. The Locke family weg tlet this stand," Janice ~ shrieked@l want to see Mr. S Charriagton. You can't do this tome.
If I diein this place, my soul will never rest-'ll cfor you" Nathan took a drag and tossed the cigarette. He chuckled and said, "Even the Locke family you rely on needs to make an appointment to see Mr. Charrington. Who the hell do you think you are? "Do you know how many people have died in this basement? Each one cursed us with their dying breaths. Their curses didn't save them. Neither will yours." "Since you're so fond of cursing, let's see how tough you are." Nathan's voice was unnervingly cold. "Chop off her limbs and toss them in the grinder." "No, please! Don't-" Janice cried out.
The mercenary stepped forward with a gleaming blade in hand and' severed one of her hands in oné> rate Blood sprayed atross the floor as Janice's gut-wrefiching scteam filled the room.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtJanice looked at her severed hand and pleaded hysterically, "Please don't throw it in!" She shouldn't have let her arrogance get the better of her.
The mercenary picked up the severed hand and, with great precision, tossed it into the meat grinder. In an instant, the hand was devoured by the machine.
Janice watched in horror as everything unfolded before her eyes-they were serious.
Heavy with the lingering scent of iron, the basement now reeked of fresh blood.
Appalled by the barbaric scene before her, Fiona was struck with such terror that she lost control of her bowels.
Her eyes bulged as she thought, 'They're devils, demons!' "Continue," Nathan said chillingly.
One by one, Janice's remaining limbs were hacked off and thrown into the grinder. Each tshe passed out from the pain, a splash of cold water dragged her back to consciousness.
She was reduced to a trembling shell of a human being, her mind teetering on the edge of madness.
"Why don't you just kill me," Janice uttered. She was in such agony that she wished she could just die.
"Death is an easy way out here in the Nathor Palace," Nathan said with a cruel smile. "Perhaps you'll reconsider when you think of your daughter abroad." Tears streamed down Janice's face as she begged, "Please don't hurt my daughter. Do whatever you want with me. Don't hurt her." Nathan sneered. "You care about someone too? Then why did you insult the person Mr. Charrington cares about? Don't you think you deserve to die?" "Ten cuts. Just keep her alive," Nathan instructed the mercenary beside him.
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Nathan turned his attention to Fiona with a sinister, glint in The Content is of novelenglish.net! his eyes. "Now, it's your turn." Petrified, Fiona collapsed to her knees, unable to speak.
"Mrs. Lindstrom, you're in deeper trouble than Mrs. Marker, and your punishment will be far more severe. I'm honestly worried you might not survive it," Nathan said with a chuckle.
Fiona's face turned ashen, feeling the repercussions of
rism provoking David. "M-My sister is David's stepmother if you hurt me, you won't get away with it." Her words seemed to freeze the air.
"You shouldn't have said that," Nathan replied in an unfeeling voice. "Now, I'll ensure you receive the punishment you truly deserve."
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