NovelAppChapter 664 Chapter 664 Rosalie listened to Laila's screams. Though she felt a bit afraid, Laila deserved this. It was karma.
Laila's gambling addiction had led her to incur heavy debts, and to think she even conspired with kidnappers to abduct her own niece! It was utterly unforgivable. The screams continued for several minutes before finally subsiding. Eventually, Laila's pleas for mercy faded away.
"What a fucking jinx!" the man cursed.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe was panting heavily, as if exhausted from the beating.
But no sooner had he finished cursing, he kicked Laila again.
"Look what you madedo. You madecurse! How can a refined person likeuse such foul language? It's all your fault! Damn it! Damn, I cursed again!" He grabbed a bottle nearby, and smashed it over Laila's head.
"Anyone who makescurse deserves to die!" The sound of the bottle shattering echoed sharply, like a knife piercing Rosalie's eardrums.
Then, footsteps approached her. She trembled in fear. Suddenly, the blindfold was removed from her eyes. Because she was blindfolded for so long, she was momentarily blinded by the light. After a while, her vision adjusted, and she looked up to see the man standing in front of her. His mask was splattered with blood- undoubtedly Laila's blood.
Rosalie's breathing becrapid, her eyes filled with fear. "You're going to torture me, right?" "Torture you?" The man burst into laughter. "How do you wantto torture you? Why don't you tell me?" "Me?" Rosalie smiled weakly. "I don't want you to torture me. I want you to letgo. Can you do that?" "Rosalie, you're so annoying. I went you So much trouble to bring et and you think I'm going to let you go? How naive can you be?" "You're the one who asked," Rosalie replied. "I answered, and now you're unhappy." "I asked you to tellhow I should torture you, not to tellto let you go!" "Are you insane?" Rosalie snapped.
"Are you talking back to me?" Suddenly enraged, the man lunged at her and grabbed her by the throat.
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"Do you wantto kill that little bastard in your belly? He's taken shape by now, right? I'll take him out, show him to you all bloody, watch as heturns he turns into meat paste and drips bit by bit onto the ground. Oh, no, no.
That would be too wastefull put him in a wrap, roll him up, and have you eat him. How about that?" Rosalie was finding it increasingly difficult to breathe. She gritted her teeth, and spat out each word, "You're a psychopath!" "That sounds so nice." The man tightened his grip on her throat, and chuckled. "Say it again."
Rosalie didn't respond, as she knew it wouldn't help. He was apsychopath the more she said it, the more excited he would become. The man released her throat. "I'm suddenly feeling a bit bored. Let's play a game." Hearing the words "play a game," Rosalie's heart began to race.
She remembered how this man had played so-called games with the kidnappers, a scene she couldn't forget to this day.
The leader of the kidnappers had gouged out his subordinate's eyes and then placed them on the ground, begging this psychopath for mercy. Whatever ghe was proposing now it was surely something dreadfu X
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