Liam was a psychologist, and his words had a persuasive effect on Celine. But I didn’t want to be beaten, and I certainly didn’t want to die in this foul-smelling place.
As Celine prepared to slap me again, I used all my strength to dodge.
The slap missed, and the host, trying to please Celine, grabbed my hair, forcing me to lift my head.
“It seems our stress-relief toy has some attitude!”
“Ms. Alba, as the highest bidder for tonight, we’re offering you two special services for free.”
The host announced various humiliations I had gone through in the gray areas of life. After hearing that, Celine no longer held back.
She discarded the blood-stained gloves and skimmed through the list of tortures, each one worse than the last, making my heart race with terror.
Sensing my fear, she lingered on each one, commenting on them as if she were reviewing an art piece.
Just last night, these hands gently made me soup. Now, they were stained with my blood.
Her gaze paused on “Bone Correction,” and she suddenly laughed lightly.
“This one looks good. Kristian loves studying human bones. I want to try working with living bones.”