Little did she know that there was no escape for her. If she had known the unspeakable horror that was to come, she might have stayed away. But in her naivety, she decided to provoke the dangerous men. "What else can you do to me?" she taunted. It was a mistake that would cost her dearly.“Well, just wait, you'll soon know what I will do to you," Jerome said with a smirk. He turned to his grandfather and said, “Grandfather, are you done?”"No, I am not done. Since she enjoys being a bitch, I guess I will have to fulfill her wish,” the old man said with a smirk.Jerome shook his head, his eyes wide with disbelief. This side of his grandfather was more ruthless and cold-blooded than he could have imagined. “Alright, grandfather, but please make sure you stay alive.""Don't worry, I have a plan," the old man said, taking out his phone and dialing a number. "I need six men, the strongest you can find. I'll send you the location." His voice was hard and commanding, and there was no room fo
When the men came inside, the old man said, “She is a whore, make her satisfied. You need to work hard; she is difficult to satisfy," the old man said with no emotions in his tone.Jerome stood in silence, his hands stuffed in his pockets, his expression blank. He didn't move or speak, as if frozen in place. The grandfather and grandson made their way out of the basement and back to the house. As they walked, the old man asked, "Have you gotten any leads on him?" His voice was even, his tone calm and composed. But his eyes betrayed a hint of worry, a hint of fear. What would happen if they couldn't find Jerome's captor? What if the man struck again?"We have," Jerome replied, his voice resolute. "My men have tracked down his location and are on their way there now." He paused, taking a deep breath. "But we need to be careful. We don't know what we're up against." Although he has been able to track the man's location, he hasn't been able to figure out the identity of the man. He was to
After a few moments of consideration, Bright decided to put his creativity to the test. He went to Jerome's mansion and asked for permission to try and wake Rosca using his own methods. To his surprise, Jerome gave him the green light."Boss," Bright said, "I just got a call from Rosca's parents. They're very worried - she's still unconscious, and they're running out of ideas. They're asking for my help." He looked at Jerome expectantly, hoping that he would agree to let him try and wake Rosca.Jerome looked at him, his brow furrowed in confusion. "When did you get to know Rosca and her parents so well?" he asked. "I didn't realize you were close to them." He was surprised that Bright had such a connection with Rosca's family and wondered how it had come about. Was there something he was missing?Taken aback by Jerome's question, Bright hesitated. "Err... um," he scratched his head, stalling for time as he tried to figure out how to answer. Should he tell them the truth about how he m
But what made it even worse was that, when he looked up, he saw Mrs. Regan standing in the doorway, her eyes wide. She must have seen him kiss Rosca's forehead. His face flushed with embarrassment and shame. How could he have been so thoughtless?Mrs. Regan stood in the doorway, her expression a mix of surprise and understanding. She had seen Bright's heartfelt plea to Rosca, his genuine concern evident in every word he spoke. And now, witnessing him kiss her daughter's forehead, she realized the depth of his feelings for Rosca."Bright," she said softly, stepping into the room, "you truly care for Rosca, don't you?"Bright's cheeks flushed even deeper with embarrassment, but he nodded, unable to deny the truth. "Yes, Mrs. Regan," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I care about her more than I can put into words."Mrs. Regan smiled gently, placing a hand on Bright's shoulder. "I can see that, dear," she said kindly. "And I want you to know that we appreciate everything yo
As Jerome pulled her hair, Mia let out a piercing scream, the pain so intense that she felt like she might pass out. She wished he would just kill her and end the agony. But Jerome wasn't finished with her yet. He pulled and pulled until half of her hair had been yanked out by the roots. She slumped to the ground, exhausted and sobbing, but her relief was short-lived. Jerome stood over her, a cruel smile on his face. She knew that he was just getting started.Jerome instructed them to bring out the medicine he had prepared.Trembling with fear, Mia looked up at Jerome with wide, terrified eyes. "What are you going to do to me?" she asked, her voice shaking. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and she could barely breathe. What kind of punishment did he have in store for her? Would he hurt her even more, or was he going to kill her? She felt like she was going to pass out from terror. It was better if she could pass out. But would Jerome let her?”Without answering her question, Brigh
Jerome remained unmoved by her distress. "That's not your punishment," he said coldly. "You're going to be sold to a human trafficker. You'll be forced to work as a sex slave for the rest of your life, without any hope of escape. No one will care what happens to you, because they'll think you're insane. You'll be used and abused, with no hope of ever regaining your freedom."" You… you… you can't do this to me. Mia's hopes were shattered. She thought she was going to be taken to the asylum so she could escape. Selling her to the human means her life will be completely ruined. If care is not taken, she might be sold to a faraway place. Jerome's expression was hard and merciless. "I don't care about your miserable life," he said coldly. "You took away my lovely princess. Why should I care about you?" His eyes were cold and empty as if he were looking at an object, not a human being. "You don't matter to me. All I care about is making you pay for what you've done."Mia couldn't speak. T
As Bright looked at Mia, his expression remained impassive. He felt no sympathy for her, believing that she deserved to suffer the consequences of her actions. If she had not caused such harm to Rosca, Eleanor, and the baby, none of this would have happened. In his mind, Mia was fully to blame, and he believed she should face the repercussions of her choices.“Boss, will it continue this way?" He asked.“No, she will be fine after thirty minutes, and the drug effects will return. This would be her daily routine till she dies."You left Eleanor with the old man. Do you think it's okay for us to stay here for an extended period?"Jerome finally agreed with Bright, but there was one thing that kept nagging at him. He wanted to see how Mia would react once the drug wore off and she was completely sober. Would she be angry? Would she be afraid? He was curious to see how she would respond when she realized what had happened.“Don't worry, my grandfather can take care of it." He said.As the
As the old lady repeated her question for the second time, the old man and Jerome were at a loss for words. Finally, Jerome couldn't take the pressure anymore. He spilled everything that had been happening to them - the kidnapping, the threat, baby Ava's death, and the current situation. It was a lot to take in, and the old lady listened in stunned silence."What!" the old lady exclaimed, her eyes wide with shock. "You mean Joan was your ex-wife all along? The nerve of that woman! She won't stop until she's ruined everything." Her voice shook with a mix of anger and sadness. She wanted to cry, but she didn't want to upset her grandson any further. This was a lot to take in, and she was reeling from the revelation. She did her best to control her anger."Where is Eleanor now, and where is my great-granddaughter buried?" the old lady asked, her voice trembling. She needed to know everything, and she needed to know it now. The suspense was killing her, and she was desperate for answers.