A Wound that Never Heals

Chapter 21 Gustave Saves Darlene

Without waiting for Darlene to catch her breath, Douglas directly grabbed Darlene from the ground and ruthlessly slapped her in the face.

“You dare to hit me. Look at yourself. I have seen plenty of sluts like you. Why are you pretending to be pure and noble? Aren’t you all just some dissolute bitches that are used by many men?”

Douglas‘ words became more and more unbearable to the ear. Darlene was in so much pain that she heard noises in her ears. Her whole body trembled, and everything in the room became blurred in front of her eyes.

Douglas still felt that he was not satisfied. No one dared to slap him for so many years. And yet he was actually slapped by Darlene, whom he believed to be a lowly thing. So Douglas had to teach her a lesson.

He looked around and directly took a shelf with a row of lighted candles. Then he grabbed Darlene’s hair and stuffed a burning candle into her mouth.

“Don’t people like you sell yourself for money? I have plenty of money. If you eat a candle, I’ll give you 17 thousand dollars. If you can handle all of them, this check worth 80 thousand dollars will be yours.”

Douglas slammed a check on the tea table heavily. Ignoring Darlene’s struggle, he pressed down on her jaw and forced her to open her mouth, stuffing one end of the candle into her throat.

Everyone in the private room knew that Douglas was playing wild, but they

all turned away and pretended not to see it.

As the candle was stuffed into Darlene’s throat, the sharp pain of burning instantly spread out.

Darlene’s forehead was drenched in sweat. She held on to her last bit of

strength and cursed bitterly, “Fucking bastard!”

Fat Douglas laughed, “Curse while you can. When I turn you to a mute, you will not be able to voice a single word. You offended Mr. Gallard. Who else do you think will help you?”

As soon as he finished speaking, a look of disbelief and pain suddenly

appeared on Douglas‘ face, and then he let out a sharp scream like a pig being slaughtered.

Darlene had just picked up a piece of broken glass on the ground. At that moment, she fiercely stabbed it into Douglas‘ neck. Whether the glass cut his vein or not was unknown, but blood quickly gushed out.

Darlene pushed Douglas away desperately. Before the people in the room were too scared to come back to their senses, Darlene stood up from the sofa in a panic and ran out with a pale face.

eyes. “Bitch, you are simply courting death. Stop right there!

the fierce Nixon

the corridor toward the elevator, disregarding the angry

body was covered in blood, and it was impossible to tell whether it was her

the corridor saw Darlene, it was as if

But Darlene could not care about it. If she could not enter the elevator, she was afraid that she

that he had killed a woman in bed before. But the test results later said

and the matter

the Walpole family, which was enough

Group. They each occupied

business in Baltimore.

was

even America.

get her. I

her pace. When she saw the

glimmer of hope rose up. But soon the elevator door slowly closed in

front of her.

were two tall and straight men. The one standing slightly at the back, slightly lowered his head with earpieces

was about 6 feet 3 inches tall, at that moment, stared at

in his eyes,

did not intend

out and stopped the elevator door that was about to close. She said in a hoarse voice, “Please. Please

that time, the blood all

nightclub, it was common to

sometimes these women deliberately pretended

forward and said coldly, “Miss, please let go.

is another elevator.”

footsteps came over from behind. Darlene gritted her teeth in

mole under

not understand his words and only begged

I

next to Darlene had not yet reached this