Chapter 243

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Raegan stopped struggling, meeting Mitchel's gaze with teary eyes.

"So what do you want?"

Mitchel avoided a direct answer.

"I'll tell you after Nicole's release."

"Is this something I can't afford?" Raegan questioned, apprehensive.

With a hint of sarcasm, Mitchel replied, “You were willing to offer yourself to me. What else can't you afford?

Raegan was speechless, Mitchel becoming more and more infuriating.

However, faced with the dilemma of choosing between the unpredictable Henley and Mitchel, he was inclined to trust Mitchel.

"When will Nicole be released?" he asked.

“Tomorrow morning,” Mitchel said.

"Can't it be sooner?" Raegan's anxiety was evident. He didn't want Nicole to stay in the detention center any longer.

Mitchel replied dryly: "What did you expect? A midnight escape?

Raegan, momentarily speechless, realized the impracticality of her request.

Relieved that Mitchel could help Nicole, she felt a weight lift off her shoulders.

Mitchel motioned for Raegan to sit on the bed.

"Stay here tonight."

"Tonight?" Raegan gathered her coat around her, wary.

«How many conditions do you have? I have only accepted one.

Seeing his cautious posture, Mitchel's expression darkened in frustration.

He scoffed, “Where else would you like to go right now?” «I'm not going to sleep with you. "I'm not that horny," Mitchel added, with a biting tone.

Raegan preferred not to argue, overwhelmed by the uncertainty of her demand.

I hoped to resolve this ordeal as soon as possible, with only one condition.

Meanwhile, at the detention center, Nicole faced her ordeal, held down by two women in prison uniforms while they injected her with an unknown substance.

Panic took over Nicole's face.

"Ah... Ah..."

Nicole discovered to her horror that her voice had failed and that she could only make hoarse, inarticulate screams. He had lost his voice!

The short-haired woman observed Nicole's terror and scoffed: "You've lost your voice, huh?"

Nicole nodded, fear evident in her eyes.

The short-haired woman brandished the syringe.

"This drug temporarily deprives you of speech."

Nicole, pale, looked at them with eyes full of questions.

The two women laughed sinisterly.

"You will soon know."

Despite the difficulty of smuggling in items, the two women produced several toothpicks. One commented: “We just get paid to do this. Our job is to torture you before we finish you. Blame the man you have offended. "You have hurt someone very dear to him."

The other woman added somberly, “Women should never trust men. When they are in love, you are everything. When love fades, they crush you without a second thought.

As they conversed, their actions were coordinated and deliberate.

One held Nicole's hand while the other grabbed the disguised toothpick, with a silver needle hidden inside.

She pushed the needle under Nicole's nails, causing her sharp, intense pain.

Nicole's agonized screams echoed into the night, a chilling sound of pure torment.

«Uh! Ahhh! »

The pain was unbearable, similar to being sliced ​​slowly. It was a fate worse than death.

Nicole let out intense howls as if someone was methodically cutting her flesh, piece by agonizing piece, with a knife.

The unbearable pain brought her to a state even more unbearable than death.

His face and body were drenched in cold sweat from the unbearable pain, and every drop fell to the ground. His body was convulsing beyond his control, and even his toes were trembling.

Nicole's vision blurred, white flashes splashed across her vision, as the two women's voices distorted.

"Is he going to die?"

"It doesn't matter. It's like she's dead. Cut off his fingers and be done with it.

Nicole's hand was forcibly separated and pressed to the ground. A blade glistened in the short-haired woman's hand as she savagely cut Nicole's fingers.

The blade cut deeply, hitting the bone, and blood gushed out.

Nicole's gaze focused on the blood, the physical pain paling in comparison to the anguish in her heart.

It was an unbearable agony that reached his soul.

Nicole hadn't imagined Jarrod capable of such cruelty, prolonging her suffering rather than granting her a quick end.

This was the price Jarrod had spoken of, a cruel and unforgettable retribution. He was a cruel man.

Tears of hatred formed in Nicole's bloodshot eyes. Even in his impending doom, he cursed Jarrod with every fiber of his being.

The short-haired woman's first attempt to cut off Nicole's fingers was unsuccessful, lacking precision.

He braced himself for another blow.

Suddenly, Nicole, driven by desperation, fiercely bit the short-haired woman's arm.

"Ah!" the short-haired woman shouted, only to be silenced by the other woman.

"Silence! Do you want them to catch us?

The short-haired woman, in agony, stammered: “My arm! The other woman struggled to push Nicole away. When he failed, he resorted to hitting Nicole hard on the back of the head.

Hitting her hard, Nicole loosened her grip.

The short-haired woman's arm was horribly torn, with the flesh torn away by Nicole's bite, bleeding profusely.

Furious, she slapped Nicole.

"Bitch! How dare you bite me?

The blow caused Nicole to crash into the wall, pain radiating throughout her body.

He began to have stomach cramps and spasms.

The short-haired woman, still furious, raised her hand to hit Nicole again. But he stopped when he saw that Nicole was holding the sword he had taken from her.

Nicole's eyes flashed with fierce determination, warning them.

The short-haired woman hesitated, pain holding her back. The other woman warned her: "Take your time. It won't last much longer.

We'll see who lasts longer than who.

Gripping the sword, Nicole kept her gaze on the two women, refusing to budge.

He had to see his parents one last time.

The night lengthened, full of agony.

As dawn approached, Nicole's pain intensified, every part of her body screaming.

With his strength diminished, he felt a hot liquid slide down his legs and accumulate on the floor.

The woman in front noticed and gasped.

«Why is he bleeding so much?

Have you had an abortion?

At that moment the heavy iron door opened.

A voice said: "You can go now, 4129. 4129... Call an ambulance, now!"

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