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Before he almost made it, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Theresa in disbelief. âYouâ¦â
Theresa was holding a candlestick. She jabbed the candleâs sharp needle into the back of his neck.
âYou bitch! How dare you hurt me!â John pinched Theresaâs neck fiercely and increased his force, trying to strangle her.
Theresa could hardly breathe. However, she didnât give up. She could not die. She wanted to survive and maintain her purity. Gripping the candlestick tightly, she continued to thrust into it using all her strength, one after another.
âOuch!â John let out a roar of pain. The two men outside exchanged glances, clicking their tongues.
They misunderstood that John had been really mad, so they didnât take it seriously.
However, John had rolled on the floor in pain. Theresa had two stab wounds to the main artery in his neck, and blood was still pouring from the wounds.
He thought he was dying, howling on the floor.
Theresa calmly got up. Grabbing the bench next to her, she slammed it against Johnâs head several times. John lost consciousness and lay motionless on the floor.
The two men outside the room sensed something was wrong, but dared not rush in, for fear of interrupting John and being reprimanded by him. Standing in the doorway, one of them asked, âMr. Kinney?â
Theresa wrapped her clothes around herself. After panicking for two seconds, she shouted, âShut up! Donât bother us! Fuck off!â
The two men were startled. Clicking their tongues, they said, âGeez. They look like theyâre having fun. Sheâs a bitch.â
Theresa glanced at the door nervously. Hearing their footsteps in the distance, she finally breathed a sigh of relief. Leaning against the wall, she covered her chest and gasped. Her heart hammered like an infrequent spring. Just at this moment, she felt so helpless. She shed tears of panic.
He soon realized that it was not yet time to cry. She had to seize the opportunity to escape.
After being locked in here for two days, she knew that this room was intended as a storage room, so there was no window. There was only a vent in the ceiling. She moved the benches to the wall and placed them on top of each other. He carefully climbed onto them and crawled up from the vent. Since the height of the vent was almost the same as the height of the wall, he reached it and escaped from the room without noticing anyone.
Then he slid down from the wall. There was still a distance between his feet and the wall. Since the wall was too high, he couldnât step on the floor, so he had to let go of his hand and jump down. Fortunately, under the wall there was wet mud. His clothes got stained but he didnât hurt himself. Meanwhile, he heard the commotion in the courtyard. It seemed that his escape had been found.
She didnât think twice about it, but there was only one idea in her mind: to escape from it as soon as possible. Barefoot, she ran through the trackless mountain, fearing that she would be taken away again. If that happened, she would not have a second chance to escape.
She decided to do everything she could to flee. The sharp thorns tore blood marks from her lower legs.
Something also stabbed into his foot. He hissed, but kept running without stopping.
Inside the temple, Boyce ran into his subordinate who was following John. They came to learn that John had been in the warehouse behind the temple. When they went to the backyard, they saw two men sitting in the doorway. They were now sure that Theresa must be locked in here. Otherwise, there would be no one guarding the warehouse.
Boyce and his two subordinates following John successfully took down the two watchmen.
Armand entered the room first. However, there was only one table in the room. In this cluttered and smelly room, there was no one. He frowned, disappointed.
Boyce and Matthew followed him. Seeing that scene, they understood that someone was staying there. They were soon drawn to the inner room. Armand hurried over and reached out to push it open, but failed. As John entered earlier, he closed the door from the inside.
Silently, Armand lifted his leg and kicked the door. With a loud bang, both doors shook. However, the door did not open. The two doors were locked from the inside with the iron lock, which was not like a single door that opened so easily. Boyce walked over. Together they kicked the door open.
What they saw blew them away. John lay on the floor naked, soaked in his blood. He had no major wounds. Blood was coming from all the small stab wounds caused by the candlestick. However, Theresa had used all her strength, so the wounds were quite deep. While John was in a coma, blood was flying everywhere. Apparently, he was seriously injured. The most serious wounds were the two on his neck.
Boyce didnât care if John was alive or dead. The important thing was that he was naked. Evidently, he had come looking for Theresa to do somethingâ¦.
Boyce turned to look at Armand, only to find that Armand was shaking all over. The blue veins on his side face, as well as those on his neck, were gushing as if his anger would explode at any moment.
Just as he was about to calm Armand down, Armand grabbed a bench next to the wooden table, lunged at John and slammed it into him viciously. They heard no loud bangs, only the sound of his bones crunching.
Boyce moved in to stop him. He took no pity on John. Even if they killed John, they should not do it this way, which was too easy for him.
Besides, the most important thing now was to find Theresa.
Regardless of whether John had succeeded or if she wanted to die, they had to find her first. âCalm down, Armand. Theresa isnât here, so she must have escaped. Take a look around. There are benches by the wall. She must have escaped through the ventilation shaft. Now the most important thing is to find her.â
Armandâs eyes reddened. Without speaking, he turned and ran out.
Matthew glanced around the room and looked back, looking rather annoyed. He said to Boyce, âCall the police.â
He also called Abbott, asking him to send a few media reporters to the Nanshan temple.
Boyce asked his two subordinates to call the police. They then went to the back of the mountain, looking for Theresa.
The trees at the back of the mountain were tall and dense, with lots of wild grasses. There was no road. In summer, it grew a lot of mice to wrap around. It was quite difficult to make a move.
Armand had walked a long distance. As he walked, he shouted and shuffled away from the rattans blocking his path.
The further he went into the forest, the darker it got. The thick leaves had completely blocked the sunlight.
âTheresa!â Armand shouted hoarsely. Wiping his face, he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.
He kept walking and shouting. Suddenly, he saw broken grass. He squatted down and found fresh liquid on them. Obviously, the weeds had been broken only a short time ago. He took a careful look and found blood. He was sure that someone had passed this way.
After getting the clue, he followed the traces. After a long while, he didnât feel tired at all. All he wanted was to find Theresa.
However, he still couldnât find her. He did not give up. Along the trails, he kept searching. As long as there were clues, there was hope.
He looked back, only to find that he had gone deep into the forest. The surroundings were covered by dense trees and he could see no sunlight at all. He shouted, âTheresa!â
Her voice echoed off the mountain, but she heard no response.
Whatever happened, he would not give up. He wanted to find her as soon as possible. As he walked, he felt the void under his foot. Then he fell and slipped into a cave between rocks.
He let out a screen and soon his voice was covered.
The cave was too deep.
The rock surface was too slippery for him to grab anything. He slid to the bottom of the cave.
He felt pain all over his body. Dragging his body, he sat up, but found that there seemed to be someone else.
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