Chapter 479: Endless Torture

They walk over and handcuff me to a pillar nearby.

Then they begin to tear my clothes.

I cry and struggle desperately. My hands are scratched by the handcuffs. I try to dodge, but they grab
me and I am not able to move at all.

The man is strong. He tears my shirt apart in a second.

There is only a piece of underwear under my shirt. I want to cover my breast, but I can't get rid of the
handcuffs.

I feel shameful.

I wish I can die at this moment. How can I bear this?

Tears flow down my face.

They drop on the exposed skin. I feel cold.

Frances, where are you?

Do you know that I'm in danger and I really need you?

A man takes out a knife and shake it in front of me. I am scared.

What is he going to do?

All of a sudden, he scratches on my breast with it.

Blood immediately flows out from the wound.



My tears fall on the wound and I almost faint.

Damn! Aren't these people used to be in the army? How could they do such perverted things?

Just as I am thinking, someone takes out a jar. He scoops out some white powder and put it on my
wound.

It hurts.

Having salt on would is way more painful than I have imaged.

I can't see what I am like now, but I must look terrible.

What should I do? Will I be tortured to death by them?

Perhaps it might be a good result.

Anyway, there is no chance of running away. It would be better to die before they assault me.

After I straighten out my thinking, I am not afraid anymore.

However, the pain is unbearable.

I don't know how long I can stand it.

The two people in front are getting more and more excited. Their eyes are filled with excitement.

Others standing behind them are impatient, but they dare not say anything. They could only wait.

More and more wounds appear on my body.

They use every method they can think of to torture me.



They drop salt, pepper powder, and melted wax on my wounds.

I don't even remember how many times I faint. Every time I black out, I will wake up quickly due to the
pain.

I feel rather dizzy, and my ears are buzzing.

Suddenly, a man put down the tools in his hands and says loudly, "That's it. I can't wait any longer."

I am shocked and overwhelmed by a strong fear.

It is only physical pain just now. But I am going to suffer both physically and psychologically.

One of them stretches out his hand to my shoulder and begins to undo my underwear.

Once it is removed, I am covered by nothing.

"Please, don't!" I say weakly.

I didn't beg for mercy while being tortured. But I don't want to be assaulted by them.

They sneer coldly, as if they don't hear my cry. And they ask the man to hurry and take off my
underwear.

The man doesn't know how to undo the button. He tries for a while but fails to take it off.

I think to myself, if only he would never be able to undo it.

However, I overestimate their patience.

"What the hell are you doing? Why don't you just tear it?"



The man nods and tears my underwear.

Just when I think that I am going to be insulted by them...

An alarm goes off outside.


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