Liam was a psychologist, and his words had a persuasive effect on Celine. But I didn’t want to be beaten, and I certainly didn’t want to die in this foul-smelling place.
As Celine prepared to slap me again, I used all my strength to dodge.
The slap missed, and the host, trying to please Celine, grabbed my hair, forcing me to lift my head.
“It seems our stress-relief toy has some attitude!”
“Ms. Alba, as the highest bidder for tonight, we’re offering you two special services for free.”
The host announced various humiliations I had gone through in the gray areas of life. After hearing that, Celine no longer held back.
She discarded the blood-stained gloves and skimmed through the list of tortures, each one worse than the last, making my heart race with terror.
Sensing my fear, she lingered on each one, commenting on them as if she were reviewing an art piece.
Just last night, these hands gently made me soup. Now, they were stained with my blood.
Her gaze paused on “Bone Correction,” and she suddenly laughed lightly.
“This one looks good. Kristian loves studying human bones. I want to try working with living bones.”
As the current ran through my body, Celine raised a hammer and smashed it down on my wrist.
The pain was unbearable. I heard myself scream in a voice that wasn’t human.
'Celine, do you even know what you’ve done? The wrist you just shattered belonged to your fiancé, who you’ve spent ten years with!'
But then I remembered—she hadn’t even married me yet and was already cheating with a lover.
This so-called love seemed like nothing more than a joke now.
My agonized scream caused the audience to erupt into cheers.
The few girls around Celine were lavishing praise on her, calling her swift, precise, and ruthless.
“Celine, the two hundred thousand you spent was worth every penny! Look at him, even after you’ve beaten him this badly, there’s still a glimmer of light in his eyes! By the way, his voice sounds a bit like Kristian’s, and even that red mole on the back of his hand is in the same spot as Kristian’s. Could it be that he’s here for you?”
Celine stared hard at the red mole on my hand, momentarily lost in thought.
For a brief moment, I felt a surge of hope, thinking she might have recognized me.
But in the next instant, her face twisted in disgust, and without hesitation, she crushed every joint in my fingers.