Substitute Bride For Young Master
Chapter 42's
Rafael stopped crawling when he saw Lorie walking up to him, step by step. There was no mercy from the look in his eyes, such a cruel and cold expression ... Rafael really chose to die right then and there. He lowered his head and tried to bite his own tongue, but a bodyguard swiftly kicked him in the face until his neck felt like it was about to break. He complained of pain as blood poured from his crooked nose.
Rafael has not tried to commit suicide before, but Alex's bodyguards are always around him, keeping him alive and wanting to die at the same time. The men always inject medicine—entah what— that keeps his consciousness awake, which makes his heartbeat back to its original rhythm, although many times he is on the verge of death.
Lorie crouched down in front of the man and looked at him fixedly.
“Very want to die?” tanyakanya.
Rafael shook quickly. He did not really want to die, only could not endure the torment anymore. The pain is too excruciating. Every time he moved, his kneecap throbbed violently as if his limbs would be detached at any moment. Not to mention the wound at the base of his festering thigh. Even he himself did not dare to check how severe the infection was.
“Ma-forgive me .. a-I mo-hon b-teen ka-kasihan, No-na Lorie ..” The man stuttered while crying. Tears flowed down her thin and dull cheeks. Shortly after, a foul smell mixed with pessing was pouring out in the air.
Lorie glanced at Rafael's groin and sneered as she looked at the widened puddle of water there. Apparently the man was so scared that he peed in his pants. The man who used to be so cool now looks like a bum on the side of the road. Both hands reached forward, about to hold Lorie's leg, but two bodyguards dragged her away until she roared back with intense pain every inch of her body.
“When you tormented me that time, did you ever think that a time like this would come?” asked Lorie with a very serious expression.
“Of course not,” replied Doctor Ana who suddenly crouched down next to Lorie. “Tails like this, will not stop before death. If you forgive and let go now, he will only turn around to attack you again.”
The woman touched the tip of the needle she was holding, then grinned widely while looking at Rafael's face. Without warning he stuck the needle in Rafael's shoulder and pressed firmly until all the fluid in the tube moved into the man's bloodstream.
“A-what ..?”
Rafael glares. His tongue suddenly felt numb. He cannot continue his words. He tried to move, but his entire muscle was shut down, unable to move at all. The man was panicking. What was just injected into his body?
“I've fixed the dope formula you gave my best friend. How's it feel? Do you like it?” doctor Ana asked with a satisfied smile. “All your company's drugs have been patented in the name of Jotuns Corps. Of course with improved functionality and formulas. Drun Industry .. That name will never appear again forever. It's flattened with the ground. Do you know that?”
The woman went to fetch a serrated dagger from the glass box, then gave the thing to Lorie. He knew Lorie wanted to avenge the man with her own hands.
“Thank you, Ana,” muttered Lorie while playing a dagger in her hand. Although his head felt heavy and his legs had started to tremble, but he felt much more excited.
“I want his hand,” he told one of the bodyguards who stood closest to him.
Quickly the man dragged Rafael's hands in front of Lorie. Meanwhile, Rafael who wants to struggle at all can not do anything even though he has exerted all his energy. Tears flowed back down her cheeks. He looked at Lorie with a plea-filled look, but of course it had no effect whatsoever.
Lorie casually raised her dagger and swung it at Rafael's fingers. The sound of iron hitting the flesh and bones made the ears ache, what else as the blade slipped and swiped on the floor, carrying with it a chipped skin and a piece of meat.
“Oh, fuck. I missed,” muttered Lorie while correcting Rafael's hand with the tip of the dagger.
“This son of a bitch's hand ... Rafael, didn't I say I was going to chop your body up and feed the stray dogs?” Lorie frowned and looked at Rafael. His facial expression seemed to indicate that he was thinking hard.
“I forgot, did I say it or not?” he asked again, raising his hand and swinging his dagger back to Rafael's fingers.
Tears, blood, urine, all gathered together. The veins on Rafael's temple pulsed every time Lories swung the dagger in his hand curiously. The man simply could not move and could not make a sound. Other than those two things, he could feel everything very clearly, especially the pain that made him almost crazy.
Unfortunately, whenever he felt that he had almost fainted, the woman beside Lorie always injected something into his body so that he was back awake. Awakened and tormented whenever his bones crackled, or his flesh and muscles were pulled from his body.
Really, it was hell. Hell that he never knew.
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