The surrounding excretions exuded a stomach-churning stench. Just as Justin Battleson was about to step through the door, someone from behind him pulled him back, frowning: "Mr. Battleson, it’s too dirty in there. I should go instead."
Hearing this, Justin chuckled and shook his head, saying, "You don’t understand. I want her to see me as soon as she looks up. It will be the first punishment for her and the cruelest one – a thousand times more ruthless than physical torture."
A smirk spread across his face as he slowly stepped into the cell.
The flashlight he was holding sent out a blinding light that quickly lit up the interior. A woman curled up in the corner, seemingly unused to the light, subconsciously raised her hand to shield her eyes.
After a while, she got used to the brightness and lowered her hand.
Justin slowly crouched down in front of her, startling a rat at Evelyn Curtis’ feet. It swiftly scurried away.
Evelyn squinted her eyes, her dull gaze landing on the man before her.
In that second, her face suddenly contorted in horror. She violently turned her body to the side, desperately using her grimy hands to cover her face, and sobbed from her throat.
Justin’s aura was incompatible with the surroundings. He looked at Evelyn’s reactions mockingly, his voice as low and sinister as a demon’s whisper.
He enunciated each word, emphasizing them as he spoke.
"Evelyn Curtis, how does it feel now?"
Evelyn shuddered. The prolonged days in darkness had pushed her to the brink of mental collapse.
The harm and the experiences that Charlotte Thompson had been through were far worse than what Evelyn was enduring now, both physically and mentally.
The past Evelyn was always condescending, perceived as an unattainable princess outside.
Charlotte’s punishment for her was living in a pitch-black cell with no hope or light, cohabiting with rats all day long, and struggling to survive in filth and maggots.
Being thrown from the heavens into the dirt was the pinnacle of despair for Evelyn Curtis.
But everything she was going through was her own fault.
Good is rewarded with good, evil with evil. Everything is a cycle, and no one escapes.
Justin dusted off some invisible debris from his sleeve leisurely, continuing, "Everything that happened five years ago, you selfishly replaced yourself for your own desires, causing Charlotte Thompson to change her identity and flee to Ashton, causing her to hate me to her bones, and causing our child to grow up without a complete family."
He paused, slowly standing up, his eyebrows filling with coldness: "Evelyn Curtis, as they say, ’divine justice is inescapable.’ All you’re experiencing now, you brought upon yourself." Official source is novel⁂fire.net
He turned his head, glanced at a bodyguard at the entrance of the cell, and spoke without a tremor in his voice.
"Come in, I believe you all know what to do."
On hearing this, Evelyn finally reacted. She hurriedly reached out, clutching at Justin’s pants leg, her face smeared with snot and tears, looking pitiful beyond belief.
Her shrieks echoed sharply within the cell.
"Justin! Justin! You can’t do this to me! I was with you for five years, a full five years. I don’t believe... I can’t believe my five years are worth less than Sophie Allen!"
"Justin! I was wrong, let me go..." Evelyn Curtis knelt on the ground, still clutching Justin’s pants leg.
She shook her head desperately, her pleading words somewhat unclear amidst her sobs, "I promise, I swear never to appear before you again. Justin, I beg you..."