Chapter 179-2

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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 come for you"

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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.

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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.

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Janice 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 time she passed out from the

pain, a splash of cold water dragged her back to

consciousness.

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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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The mercefary carried out the order,

taking outhis knife and stabbingat

into herflesh without striking vital

porfoce stab brought a frésh

waye of agony, soaking her évening

gawn with blood.

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Nathan turned his attention to Fiona with a sinister glint in

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

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."