Chapter 407

“Miss Barton, are you talking to me?”

Patrick turned around and looked down at her.

Cierra said for certain, “What else can I talk to in this room other than you?”

The man was about to die from blood loss, hanging on the wall without any movement. If it weren’t for his weak breathing, everyone would have thought...

As for herself, her hands and feet were tied. Who else could she call?

Patrick seemed to have heard something funny. He looked her up and down and said, “Miss Barton, you’re a little bolder. It’s seems that you don’t know me well enough and’ you are ordering me around. Do you really think you’re here as a guest?”

“But Mr Trevino, didn’t you invite me here?”

Cierra tilted her head like him and said wearily, “Your treatment is really bad.”

Patrick sneered and glanced at Cierra coldly, no longer responding to her.

How could he not tell that Cierra was doing this on purpose?

But the fact that this woman could calm down so quickly and start to talk to him. casually showed that she was obviously not a good person as well.

This game seemed to be more interesting.

He stared at Cierra for a long time and suddenly smiled. “I don’t think there’s anything wrong with the way I treat my guests. If you’re not satisfied, you should find a way to make me happy, understand?”

To make him happy?

Disdain flashed across Cierra’s face.

Patrick didn’t care about her rudeness at all. He said in his usual voice, “Miss Barton, don’t you understand? Didn’t I tell you the solution just now?”

He leaned over to get close to Cierra and let out a hissing breath.

“Beg me.”

Cierra moved her head to the side to avoid his touch. She said innocently with the red marks on her neck “But I didn’t beg you at that time, and you didn’t kill me, did you? Do you not have enough strength to kill me, or are you reluctant to part with me?”

She deliberately imitated Patrick’s tone and spat out the last sentence lightly.

Disgusting her?

She was going to disgust hin back!

Patrick turned his head to look at her and suddenly chuckled. “Miss Barton’s ways of provoking people are rather mean.

He straightened up and ignored her. He walked around the small messy house in his leather shoes.

Cierra also followed his footsteps and then noticed the house.

What came into view was Brian Boyle, who was suspended on the wall. Not far from him was an iron gate. Looking to the left, there was a tile-

covered wall. The patterns on it were a little strange, and some parts were a little irregular, as if it had been hollowed out and something had been installed. She couldn’t see anything.

She could only look away.

There was a single bed on her right. Of course, it was now an iron frame with rust stains. No one knew how many years it had been since someone had touched it and how many years ago people had lived here.

Behind her, when Cierra was still in the dark, she could vaguely feel that there was nothing special about the decoration on the opposite side. There was just a wall and no window It was so oppressive that it drove people crazy.

She glanced at the man who was pacing back and forth in the room. She felt that this man had probably grown up in such an environment.

He might be just like a wolf raised in a cage, who was still fed with raw meat to keep his animal nature, and were not given a suitable environment.

Therefore, he was neither wolf nor human.

In the end, he became a complete lunatic.

“Mr. Trevino?”

After observing the surroundings, Cierra called out to Patrick again.

The man was quite tolerant of her. He stopped and looked back at her. “Have you figured out how to satisfy me?”

Cierra shook his head calmly and said for certain, “I’m hungry.”

Patrick narrowed his eyes.

He snorted, pulled the chair over from behind her, and sat down not too far away from her.

“Miss Barton, do you mind if I tell you a story first?”

“Will you ask someone to send food over after you finish speaking?”

Cierra was really hungry. Originally, she had received quite a bit of shock. However, now that she had recovered from the shock and exhausted all of her strength, she felt even more hungry.

Patrick didn’t answer her question. He just leaned back lazily in the chair and looked around the room.

“Miss Barton, do you know that this house used to be the place where my good brother was punished? As long as he did something wrong or dissatisfied his mother or grandfather, he would be locked up here. Only when he realized his mistake and admitted that he was wrong and he wouldn’t do that again, he could get out.”

The man’s lazy voice echoed in the empty space, piercing into Cierra’s ears word by word.

He had not finished his story yet.

His lazy tone was light as he looked around. “Miss Barton, do you know how those ounce old bastards punished my brother? Do you think they just locked him up? Then you guessed wrong. They... they were quite interesting.”

Patrick answered the question himself. Ignoring Cierra’s emotions, he raised his hand and pointed at the irregular wall.

“Do you see that? There are some video devices embedded in the wall. When my brother was locked up, it was like the situation when you just woke up. It was dark all around, and he could only hear blood slowly dripping down from human body and gathering at his feet...”

When he saw Cierra shrink her feet, he paused for a moment and put on a mocking smile again. “Miss Barton, are you afraid?”

Cierra was speechless.

Cierra didn’t reply and pursed her thin lips slightly.

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As for herself, she had already been disgusted before.

Thinking of the blood on her hand when she fell to the ground in the dark, Cierra felt a little nauseous.

She had no appetite at all.

After all, it was better than being hungry all the time.

Looking at her pale face, Patrick chuckled and said, “Miss Barton, don’t be afraid.

Compared with me, I’m very kind to you. I just showed you the sound I’ve dealt with. At least I didn’t let you hear the sound of processing like they did to me. Have you ever heard the sound of a blunt knife cutting flesh? In the dark, your hearing would be magnified, and your imagination would become more vivid. You just can’t see it, but you know what they are doing...”

“Shut up!”

No matter how strong Cierra’s mentality was, she was unable to contain herself. She roared and interrupted him.

She eased her breathing roughly and said word by word, “It’s not embarrassing to see a doctor if you are ill!”

Patrick chuckled and got up from his chair. “You can’t take the torture anymore, can you? Don’t you want to eat something?