As Mike’s next slap came flying, I summoned all my strength and dodged.
The slap missed.
To please Mike, the host grabbed my hair with a mocking grin, forcing my head up. "Looks like our stress-relief toy has a bit of an attitude!"
"Mr. Genevan, as tonight’s top bidder, you get two special bonus rounds on the house."
The host publicly recited all kinds of shameful deeds I had supposedly committed while skirting the edge of legality.
After that, Mike no longer held back.
He tossed aside his bloodstained gloves and his slender fingers slid down the list of "special programs"—each one more brutal than the last, sending chills through me.
Sensing my fear, he deliberately paused at each item, commenting on them one by one.
Just last night, these very hands had tenderly prepared soup for me.
Now, they were soaked in my blood.
His gaze lingered on the line labeled "Rebellion Correction."
He chuckled softly, "This one. Karen loves studying human bones, so do I. Let’s try them while they’re still alive."
The moment electricity surged through my body, Mike raised a hammer and smashed it down, shattering my wrist.
In the throes of agony, I heard myself let out a scream so raw it barely sounded human.
‘Mike, do you even realize that the wrist you just crushed belongs to your fiancée of ten years, the woman who’s been by your side all this time?’
But then again, maybe it no longer mattered. After all, even before the wedding, you’d already cheated and taken on a mistress.
The so-called love felt like nothing more than a cruel joke.
My agonized screams drew thunderous cheers from the audience.
Those few degenerate friends praised Mike for being swift, accurate and ruthless.
"Mike, that thirty thousand dollars was really worth it! Look at how badly you’ve beaten her, yet there’s still a sparkle in her eyes when she looks at you! Honestly, her voice does sound a bit like your fiancée’s. Even that red mole on the back of her hand is in the same spot. Maybe she came here for you?"
Mike stared intently at my red mole, momentarily stunned.
I was filled with hope, thinking he had finally recognized me.
But the next second, his face twisted with disgust and without a moment's hesitation, he shattered all the joints in my fingers.
"A heartless gambling addict like you dares to resemble my Karen? I’ll break your hands and see if you can still gamble then!"