Really wishing to turn around and leave, not wanting to stay a moment longer.
At this moment, it’s meal time, and the cell is empty; everyone is gathered in the dining hall.
But in the deepest cell of the corridor, there lies a naked, wounded, and bloody woman.
Her occasionally convulsing body proves she is still alive.
A strange smell permeates the cell, and combined with the obvious marks on the woman’s body, it’s not hard to guess what happened before.
This woman is Wu Zhihan.
She is considered the only woman fortunate enough to enter this prison in recent years.
Of course, she won’t be particularly cared for, being able to live in a cell by herself.
However, even if separated, things are bound to happen sooner or later.
After all, those inside are not good people.
Especially since she offended someone she shouldn’t have.
The hair she had originally spent money on to maintain well is now bald in several patches from being grabbed by those people.
Underneath the messy hair, Wu Zhihan’s face, full of bruises and old scars, is covered with all sorts of foul-smelling unknown fluids.
She moved her fingers slightly, slowly opened her eyes, and after being tortured for two days and nights, having not even had a sip of water, she was already so hungry that her vision was blurry. Dıscover more novels at novel•fire.net
After a while, her vision slowly cleared.
Looking at the floor littered with cigarette butts and disgusting fluids, thinking about the treatment she received in the past two days, her stomach turned with nausea.
She even had thoughts of suicide.
But in her current state, she didn’t even have the strength to kill herself.
She was caught four days ago and was sent to this hellish place overnight. Two days and nights have passed, and no one has come to see her, much less save her.
Even her own birth parents haven’t shown up.
Just because the person who sent her here was Jun Moyan, no one dared to save her.
She, the Wu Family’s prestigious daughter, Mrs. Jun, who had lived a glorious half-life under the envious gaze of others, has now fallen to such a miserable state and was ravaged by those lowly men one after another.
She hates, she is unwilling.
In Wu Zhihan’s eyes of despair, hatred surged turbulently, devouring her sanity inch by inch.
Her hands lying on the ground slowly clenched into fists, her heart breeding intense hatred.
Jun Moyan, Wen Xiao’ai, Jun Qing, the old matriarch of the Jun Family, everyone in the Jun Family, even if Wu Zhihan dies, she’ll turn into a vengeful spirit and drag them all down to hell.
A series of lazy footsteps came closer, accompanied by the vulgar chatter of those men, gradually becoming clearer.
Upon hearing the footsteps, the hatred accumulated in Wu Zhihan’s eyes instantly turned to fear and loathing.
She wanted to crawl up, wanted to hide in the corner, but she didn’t have the strength to move.
The prison guard opened the cell door, and several inmates who had finished eating were sent back to the cell by the guard.
The moment the cell door was opened, Wu Zhihan trembled with fear.
Seeing Wu Zhihan lying on the ground, those people immediately leered again.
One by one, they walked in, seemingly disgusted by the odor in the air, and couldn’t help but spit on her.
Swearing and cursing, saying it was disgusting.
Some even directly lifted their feet to step on Wu Zhihan’s bare body.
The prison guard glanced inside, without a trace of sympathy, not intending to intervene, and even wanting to join in.
The cell door closed, and Wu Zhihan once again suffered inhuman treatment.