"These three days," he said coldly, "you cannot harm her life. That's my bottom line."
"Don't worry," Lorraine immediately replied with a sweet, poisonous smile. "I just want to teach her a lesson. I won't kill her."
I stared at him in disbelief. Renald—my husband—was actually offering me up to that woman just to calm her down?!
"Renald! Don't you dare!"
I tried to get out of bed in panic, but before I could move, Lorraine waved her hand. Two burly men in work uniforms stormed in and dragged my frail body off the bed without mercy.
"Renald! Help me! Please—I don't want to go!"
I reached out for him, tears streaming down my face, my voice cracking with desperation. But he only clenched his fists and shut his eyes tightly, standing still, refusing to look at me.
For the next three days, I was imprisoned in an abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city. Lorraine unleashed every cruel method she could think of—whipping, sleep deprivation, and forcing me to swallow filth. She shattered my body, humiliated my soul, and seemed to delight in every moment of my agony.