Chapter 243 Cutting off Her Fingers
Harper stopped struggling, her eyes red as she looked at Francis. "In exchange for what?"
Francis didn't answer directly. "You'll find out when she's okay."
"Are you going to ask for something I can't give?" Harper asked.
Francis smirked. "You offered your body; what else can't you give?"
Harper found Francis infuriating, but compared to the unpredictable and ruthless Keith, she had to trust him.
"When can Molly get out?"
"Tomorrow morning," Francis replied.
"What about now?" Harper was anxious. She didn't want Molly to stay there a second longer.
Francis sneered. "At this hour, you want me to break her out?"
Harper was speechless. She knew it wasn't possible at this time.
With Molly's situation somewhat settled, Harper felt a bit relieved.
Francis pulled her to sit on the bed. "Stay here tonight."
"Tonight?" Harper wrapped her coat tightly around herself. "How many conditions do you have? I'll only accept one."
Seeing her defensive stance, Francis's eyes darkened. "It's late; where do you want to go?"
He laughed angrily. "Don't worry. I won't sleep with you. I'm not that desperate."
Sensing his displeasure, Harper didn't argue further. She just wanted this unknown promise to be fulfilled soon. She'd only accept one condition, and once he chose, it would be over.
Meanwhile, in the detention center, Molly was held down by two female inmates and injected with something unknown. Her face was full of panic, and she tried to ask what they wanted but could only make hoarse sounds. She had lost her voice.
The short-haired woman sneered. "Muted, right?"
Molly nodded, terrified.
The woman raised the syringe, smiling. "This drug mutes you for a while."
Molly's face turned pale. She glared at them, silently asking what they were going to do.
The two women laughed. "You'll find out soon enough."
It was hard to carry things inside the detention center, so the woman took out a few toothpicks and slowly approached Molly. "Don't blame us; we're just doing our job. You hurt his beloved woman."
The other woman sighed. "A woman should never trust a man. When they love you, you're everything. When they don't, they stomp you into the ground."
They worked together, one holding Molly's hand while the other inserted specially made toothpicks under her nails. The toothpicks had hard silver needles inside, which the woman pushed in forcefully.
The needle tips pierced the flesh under Molly's nails, causing excruciating pain. Her shrill, hoarse screams echoed eerily in the lonely night. Molly roared in agony, feeling as if someone was slicing her flesh with a knife. The pain in her fingers made her wish she were dead.
Molly's face and body were drenched in cold sweat, dripping to the ground. She lost control, even her toes trembling. Her vision blurred, white light flashing before her eyes, and the woman's voice became distorted.
"Is she about to die?"
"Forget it, she's almost dead anyway. Let's just cut off her fingers and be done with it!"
Molly felt her hands laid flat on the ground, held down, and the woman took out a blade and cut down hard on her fingers. The blade cut to the bone, blood spurting out. The bright red blood blurred Molly's vision; the pain in her fingers was nothing compared to the pain in her heart. It felt like her heart was being sliced.
She had never thought Robert could be so cruel as to have her tortured to death. So, this was the price he had told her to look forward to. It was indeed unforgettable.
'Robert, you're so ruthless!' Molly's eyes filled with tears of blood and hatred. Even if she died, she would haunt Robert to death.
The woman cutting her fingers was inexperienced, so she didn't cut through in one go. She repositioned and was ready to try again. Molly suddenly lunged like a madwoman, biting the woman's arm hard, drawing blood and flesh, refusing to let go. The woman panicked, screaming, but was muffled by her companion.
"Don't scream. You don't want the guards here."
The short-haired woman endured the pain, trembling. "Get this crazy woman off me!"
The other woman tried to pull Molly off but couldn't, so she punched her in the back of the head. Molly was hit so hard she released her bite. The short-haired woman's arm was bitten so badly that a large piece of flesh was hanging off, looking terrifying. She raised her hand and slapped Molly hard.
"How dare you!"
Molly, already weak, was thrown against the wall by the heavy blow, pain spreading through her body. Her stomach began to cramp, each wave of pain worse than the last. Molly's body curled up, even starting to convulse.
The short-haired woman, still unsatisfied, raised her hand to strike again but saw Molly holding the blade she had picked up. Her eyes were fierce like a beast, as if saying she would kill them if they came closer. The woman hesitated as the pain in her arm had killed her fighting spirit. The other woman pulled her back, saying, "Don't rush; she won't last long. Let's see who will see the sunrise!"
Molly gripped the blade tightly, staring at them, seemingly ready to fight for every moment. She knew that if she let her guard down, these two women would kill her. She couldn't fail! She had to get out to see Harrison and Leah one last time!
That night felt especially long. Finally, dawn broke. Molly's whole body ached as if it were falling apart, but she couldn't tell where it hurt more. Slowly, she felt she was about to collapse. A warm liquid flowed from her lower abdomen, gradually soaking the ground.
The woman across was startled awake and jumped in fright upon seeing the horrifying scene. "Why is there so much blood? Is she having a miscarriage?"
The heavy iron door was pulled open. Someone called out, "4129, you can go now. 4129. Call an ambulance!"
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