Kill Me, Heal Me

Chapter 29 Torture

Levi left, and left a word "conduct yourself well" when he left. The disgust and contempt in his eyes could be told by blind people. The original joy of meeting old friend had been diluted by reality. He would not tell Nathan about the thing that he met Belle in Underground City, nor would he let him know that the baby princess that he held in his palms since he was a child had become abominable.

Sending him away, Belle breathed a sigh of relief. She clenched her hands tightly, and her heart had sank into the depths of the sea.

That would be fine

She watched Levi leave and was grateful to this person who tried to help her for the first time. Even if he was disappointed, he never sneered at her.

Belle turned around to go back as a shadow sprang out from the corner of the wall. The next moment, she was dragged over roughly by the man by the arm. She stumbled forward, raised her eyes at once and saw it was Ethan who was in front of her. She stopped herself from falling down. Ethan dragged her to the bathroom, and roughly shoved her in. Then she fell.

Ethan grabbed her chin with one hand and forced her to open her eyes wide. His angular face magnified in front of her, "Had a great chat with him?"

His low voice passed into her ears. Belle shivered all over, and Ethan continued, “It turns out that you and the Song Group’s young master have such a good relationship. I underestimated you. Since he values you so much, why didn’t you leave with him?"

"Um... you overheard us." She was not asking but affirming.

Ethan narrowed his eyes, "You tell me? I asked you, Levi was willing to take you away. Why didn’t you want to leave with him? You really like Underground City?"

Belle looked at his cold and sullen face. What a familiar face. It was so familiar that she could trace his appearance in her brain with her eyes closed. Once, she was crazy for this face, and could turn into a flying moth and darted into the fire for him. But at this time, he was close at hand, and reachable. She avoided him as if he was a viper and was anxious to get his figure out of her mind like mad.

She suppressed her fear and made herself look humbler, "Mr. Mo, what will it take for you to let me go??"

"I want to leave with him, but will you let me go?"

"No." His dark eyes were cold. He looked directly at her with a fire-eating look, "Is that why you decided to stay?" He was never going to believe it.

Sure enough, Belle’s answer confirmed his guess, "Mr. Song is a good person. I don’t want to get him into trouble."

It turned out that it was because she didn’t want to get Levi involved? Ethan didn’t expect the answer to be this. It seemed that her brain hadn’t broken yet. She knew that she would bring bad luck to those who cared about her. A vicious woman who was almost unable to protect herself still had the energy to worry about other men. It seemed that he didn’t teach her enough lessons!

"Get up!" Ethan’s face was colder. He dragged her out of the bathroom. He was furious and his rough movement almost break Belle’s bones apart. He dragged her directly to the original private room No. 088, kicked the door open and pushed her in. Everyone in the private room was taken aback by the scene. Then Ethan walked in, and his voice was cold, "Today, you can play whatever you want. If she dies, I’ll deal with it."

Belle didn’t have time to care about the pain and looked at him in shock. Her face was bloodless.

Chen Zike was interrupted by Levi just now and was dissatisfied. However, Ethan brought her over. Suddenly he was delighted and said, "Ethan, we’ve heard what you said. If she is hurt, don’t be distressed."

Distressed?

He sneered. It had nothing to do with him no matter this woman was dead or alive. But if she could live in hell, he would feel happy.

After saying this, Ethan didn’t stay in the private room anymore, and hurried away after glancing at her in a condescending manner. The view of his determined back destroyed all her hopes.

This night, it was Belle's most unforgettable night in the past few months.

These dandies would not infringe on an ugly monster, but would use all methods that could be imagined to humiliate an ugly monster who would not resist, and appreciate her humble and embarrassed look. The jeering laughter accompanied her all night. .

No one would think about her dignity and face, and no one would care about her. No one would know how did it feel to be trampled under feet like an ant.

The next morning before dawn, the guests in the private room No. 088 finally left. Belle staggered up from the ground, and wiped the blood left on her forehead some time. Her hands and feet were numb, and she got up from the ground slowly.

Her original complexion was no longer visible. Her face was stained with blood and alcohol, in addition, there was a little bit of colorful paint on her face, which was left by Mr. Quan’s leather shoes that had paint on soles. It would be hard to wash them off with water.novelbin

The heavy clothes were still on her, and the fabric at her waist and thighs had a few more holes that were burned by the fire. Mr. Lin’s cigarette burned these holes. His cigarette butt burned right through the fabric to her skin, and even some of her hair had been burned off, which made her hair looked even more sparse.

Her back, arms, fingers... all had blood stains. Her scary wounds were purulent after being exposed to hot water. The pain made her take cold breaths in a row, and she almost passed out several times.

Fortunately, she finally survived. they did not want to kill her.

Belle gasped, glancing at the money on the ground. She clenched her teeth, climbed over, and picked up the money on the marble floor one by one. The red money seemed to be stained with blood. Every time she picked up one, her fingers trembled violently. At the end, even her strength of picking was ran out of.

Oliver forgot to take the car key, and when he hurried back, he saw this scene. A thin, weak woman was kneeling on the floor, supporting the floor with one hand, and picking up scattered money with the other. It was very hard for her to move. Blood and water mixed with sweat slipped off her forehead, blurring her ugly face.

He couldn’t see her expression, but somehow, he didn’t feel a trace of her joy, but a numbness that could not be melted away.

Belle didn’t expect anyone to come back. Her hands shook in fright. She looked up at him quickly, and immediately looked down, crawling on the ground and daring not to move.

Oliver walked past her and found the key on the coffee table. When he left, he couldn’t help but look back at her. There was ridicule in his heart and a complex emotion that he could not express.

"At least you are still alive, and Miss Ning may not wake up anymore." He did not know why he said this, "And the child of Ethan. It is a life, because of you, it will never come back."

So don’t blame him for being merciless to her.

Whoever would not let go of the person who hurt their beloved ones and children.

Her hand that was holding the banknotes clenched tightly.

Belle finally looked up at him. She didn’t know if it was because this night’s experience or Oliver’s word, she burst into an unknown anger suddenly.

May became a vegetable, and the baby in her stomach was gone. What did that have to do with her?

What about her? Her child who was seven months years old was taken away alive by cutting open her belly. A life that already had intelligence disappeared from this world in an instant. Who should she hate?

She had been tortured and humiliated day and night in the past five years. She fell from the heaven to the hell in the blink of an eye, and lost all her hopes for life. Those who gave her despair and pain accused her of viciousness. Who on earth was vicious and cruel?