Before she could finish her words, the man abruptly shook off her hand, casually brushing at his pants as though he had come into contact with something filthy.
Evelyn Curtis looked at him incredulously, her eyes filled with an indescribable sense of disbelief.
The man turned his head back emotionlessly and said in a low voice, "Evelyn Curtis, as you know, I, Justin Battleson..."
He stepped out of the cell, and the bodyguards outside glanced at each other before following him in.
The door was left open, allowing for a faint glow from a flashlight to shine through. Justin Battleson stood quietly outside, his face unnaturally placid.
Evelyn Curtis was still in the same kneeling position she had been in, her face stricken with a terror that had numbed to the extreme as she saw the bodyguards enter.
She lifted her head slightly with a look of utter bewilderment in her eyes, trembling as she shrank into the corner, muttering frantically to herself, her words tinged with a slight touch of madness.
"Don’t come near me... None of you come near me... I’m Justin Battleson’s fiancée, the future Mrs. Battleson..." She desperately shook her head, her voice hysterical, "Don’t come near! If Justin finds out, I promise you will die a horrible death!"
The bodyguards glanced at each other in confusion.
Nevermind, they just needed to complete their task. It was best not to guess what their superiors were thinking.
After a few seconds, the sounds of fists hitting flesh echoed within the cell, the woman’s ear-piercing screams filling the entire cell, and the clear curses entered Justin Battleson’s ears.
The man stood quietly in the hallway, his face expressionless.
Evelyn Curtis lay on the ground like a lifeless dog, each punch landing on her like a raindrop. She opened her mouth, but she could not utter a sound.
A bodyguard brutally kicked her, his tone devoid of emotion, "Can’t handle this already?"
On the ground, Evelyn Curtis’s eyes were staring wide open, filled with resentment and unwillingness, her eyes bloodshot.
Several minutes later, the bodyguards finally left the cell.
Evelyn Curtis’s chest rose and fell weakly, she clutched the filthy rags that were once her clothes, and her mouth was full of bruises.
Tears fell from her eyes, the heartbreaking sobs echoing out from her throat.
The veins on her forehead bulged as the cell door closed, the last of the light completely extinguished.
Again, the nauseating squeaking of rats could be heard in her ears, and it seemed as if a rat was already gnawing at her flesh, drinking her blood.
Perhaps she was hallucinating, but she could faintly hear a familiar voice outside the door.
The man chuckled, his tone extremely gentle.
"Evelyn Curtis, I’ll ensure that you live out your days in hardship here."
Evelyn Curtis clenched her teeth tightly, her breathing weak and shaky.
With the last of her strength, she screamed, her voice hysterical, like a vengeful ghost.
"Justin Battleson! Charlotte Thompson! You’ll not die a good death!"
Unable to control her trembling, Evelyn Curtis made desperate attempts to crawl forward, reaching for the food that the prison guards had brought few days ago based on her memory.
In such an environment, the food had already molded, but she didn’t hesitate at all, biting into it like a dog. The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the NoveI(F)ire.net
The seasoning came from her tears.
She bit into her own tongue unknowingly, the warm and slippery sensation of blood spreading within her mouth. However, she didn’t care.
She had to survive. The humiliation she suffered today, she would take back a thousand folds in the future!