Right in front of me, she tossed him into the fire basin.
The flames surged up like venomous snakes, instantly devouring him.
“No!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.
The overpowering stench of burning flesh assaulted my senses.
It felt as though my body had been ripped apart, as if my soul itself had been torn from its place.
Even so, Melina still wasn’t satisfied.
“Strip her,” she said coldly. “Sew the word ‘bitch’ onto her back.”
Cedric frowned slightly, and with a trace of displeasure in his tone, he muttered, “Melina.”
But she didn’t back down. She clung to his arm and shook it. “Cedric, my mouth hurts. I won’t even be able to eat hot food for weeks!”
In the end, Cedric looked at her helplessly, indulgence winning out. “Just this once. Don’t take it too far.”
As such, I closed my eyes in resignation. Inside, everything was already desolate and numb.
No matter how I begged, no matter how hysterically I screamed, the needle behind me still came down with ruthless precision.
As blood beaded and spilled, pleasure appeared in Melina’s eyes, and her hand only grew harsher.
I lay sprawled on the ground, stripped bare, forced to endure the lewd, mocking stares of the surrounding bodyguards.