Chapter 126 Debbie, Tortured Beyond Recognition.
"No, Madam Thomas, you can't do this... You watched me grow up, how can you be so heartless... I'm Greta's best friend..."
Debbie shook her head in terror, her voice quivering with fear.
Madam Thomas let out a 'heh heh' laugh, chilling and sinister, like it was wafting up from the depths of hell.
"You watched Bobby grow up too, yet you still ended up killing her! Since you don't care about our families' friendship, why should I care about you?"
With those words, her palm lifted slightly.
Four men surged forward, pinning Debbie to the ground.
One man held her hands above her head, two others each secured a leg, and the last prepared the camera, inching closer to Debbie.
Debbie tried to escape, but pinned down by limbs, she could only watch helplessly as her clothes were ripped from her body.
With a 'hiss,' her clothing was torn to shreds, exposing her perfect figure to all eyes.
"Ah..."
A blast of cold air swept over Debbie, causing her to shiver uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face as she begged for mercy, "Madam Thomas, please, I beg you, let me go. I know I was wrong, I really do. You can't do this to me, you can't..."
The more she pleaded, the more triumphant Madam Thomas appeared.
Finally tasting the sweetness of revenge, she coldly eyed the man ripping Debbie's clothes, "What are you waiting for? Get on with it..."
The man understood and leaned down to proceed—
"Ah..."
A wail of agony pierced the sky.
Patricia watched in horror as Debbie was violated by strangers, one after another—
No matter how much she begged or cried, it was to no avail.
Her fair skin turned blue and purple under the men's brutal assault.
With all her strength, she managed to crawl from under one man, only to be dragged back for an even more savage revenge.
"Save me... Patricia... save me..."
In just a moment, Debbie was tortured beyond recognition. During a brief respite as the men switched, she lay on the ground, reaching out to Patricia with the last of her strength—
But her plea was soon drowned out by the next round of torment.
Patricia was shaken to the core by the scene before her, the images of Debbie being pinned and abused on the ground haunting her mind, draining the color from her face, her body ice-cold.
Madam Thomas watched her handiwork with satisfaction, smiling at Patricia, "Don't worry, you're next! Neither of you will escape."
No one will escape.
No one will escape.
Madam Thomas's words echoed like a curse in Patricia's mind.
No!
Debbie deserved it, but she was innocent. Why should she suffer this fate?
Patricia refused to be a sitting duck. She sprang up and dashed toward the door.
She had to escape.
She couldn't just sit there and be bullied.
As she rushed past, Madam Thomas's smile deepened, making no move to stop her.
Patricia thought she was finally free.
But as the door swung open, before she could step out, she was captured by the thugs waiting outside.
Madam Thomas's chilling voice followed, "I was going to wait for Debbie to be done before moving on to you, but since you're in such a hurry, let's take care of it now!"
Patricia was in despair, "No, this has nothing to do with me. Why involve me? It was Debbie who dragged me into this. You begged me that day, and out of compassion, I agreed to help. If I had known you were so ungrateful, I wouldn't have saved him even if it killed me."
Madam Thomas approached Patricia with a cane, her smile not reaching her eyes, "Right, you shouldn't have agreed from the start. Since you did, don't think you can stay out of it."
Patricia wished she could crack open Madam Thomas's skull to see what was inside.
"It was your pleading that moved me to agree. How can you turn on me? If you really loved your grandson, you wouldn't have entrusted him to Debbie. Now that there's trouble, you implicate the innocent. You're shameless!"
The more Patricia cursed, the happier Madam Thomas became.
"I don't know who caused my grandson's death, but I'd rather kill the wrong person than let the guilty go free! That's always been my principle."
Patricia emphasized seriously, "This really has nothing to do with me. It's Debbie's fault. I'm innocent..."
"It doesn't matter what you say. Neither you nor Debbie will leave here unscathed today!" Madam Thomas didn't believe her and waved her hand, and Patricia was dragged back in.
"It doesn't matter if she dies; you all go ahead!" With a light command from Madam Thomas, Patricia's fate was sealed.
As if she was not a human life, but an insignificant cat or dog.
Patricia gasped, her gaze sweeping over the thugs, counting seven in total.
Three more than Debbie had faced.
Patricia panicked, struggling like a madwoman, "No... let me go... I'm Martin's wife, if you touch me, he will never let you get away with it..."
Madam Thomas didn't care.
"You're just his ex-wife. Would he really turn against me over an ex? At most, I'll apologize to him afterward..."
With that, she signaled the thugs.
They had been eagerly waiting, and upon receiving Madam Thomas's order, they swooped in excitedly.
By this point, Debbie had passed out from the torment.
Madam Thomas, feeling an unprecedented sense of satisfaction, found a spot to sit and prepared to watch at her leisure.
Patricia was pinned to the ground by the thugs, unable to move. Just as she was enveloped in despair, a series of urgent knocks sounded at the door.
Interrupted, Madam Thomas growled impatiently, "What is it?"
Spike's anxious voice came from outside, "Madam Thomas, Martin is here."
At the mention of Martin's name, Patricia saw a glimmer of hope in the darkness, a trace of hope appearing on her face of despair.
Madam Thomas seemed to have anticipated Martin's arrival, showing no surprise, "He's earlier than I expected! Since he's here, I'll go meet him."
With that, she cast a cold glance at the delighted Debbie and the four men, leaving two thugs to guard Patricia, and departed with the others.
Relieved from immediate danger, Patricia let out a breath of relief.
"Don't... don't..."
Debbie's weak voice echoed intermittently.
Having passed out, she slowly came to under the men's torture, her hands desperately scraping the ground, trying to crawl out from under them, only to be pulled back for harsher punishment.
Tears mixed with blood smeared her entire face.
It was a horrific sight.
Patricia curled up in a corner, forcing herself to look away, but Debbie's agonized screams circled her ears like a demonic chant.
Tears fell silently as she called out for Martin in her heart—
Hoping he would save her.
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