Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 113:

Elyse couldn’t discern how long she had been unconscious. When she finally came to, she found herself confined in a dark room, likely a basement given the absence of natural light. Suppressing her rising panic and feeling of helplessness, Elyse moved her limbs to alleviate the stiffness, thankfully finding herself unrestrained. She kicked around, hoping to contact something useful, but her efforts were futile; she was alone.

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Her mind raced as she pondered Joanna’s motives for kidnapping her. All she hoped for now was that Joanna would provide at least some food and water. Her throat felt parched in the pitch-black environment, and Elyse lost all track of time. She eventually drifted off to sleep but was abruptly awakened by approaching footsteps.

Joanna entered, carrying a glass of sugar water. Upon seeing Elyse looking listless on the floor, she snorted disdainfully and kicked her. “Still alive?” Joanna asked coldly.

Struggling, Elyse managed to open her eyes and met Joanna’s mocking gaze. “As you can tell, I’m still alive,” she responded, her voice hoarse as she licked her dry lips.

Joanna scrutinized Elyse’s weakened face and sneered, “A mere 24 hours without food and you’ve become this feeble. Gee.” After a brief pause, she mocked, “Should I be preparing a coffin for you two days later?”

a small piece of cake that evening. She had no desire to engage in verbal sparring with

forcefully pulled her up and held the sugar water to her lips. Revitalized by the liquid, Elyse drank it eagerly, like a parched fish revived in water, not missing a single drop. Seeing Elyse’s

silent, her gaze frosty as Joanna grabbed her chin forcefully. “This is your fault. If you had complied willingly, I wouldn’t have had to return to the Fosters. Now, you’ll experience

members are depraved. How is their behavior my concern? Two women

You weren’t born a Foster. You’re the luckiest of all,” she said,

family, she loathed her destiny and, in a fit of fury, repeatedly slapped Elyse across the face. As Elyse collapsed to the floor, Joanna felt a rush of satisfaction,

until now. It turns out venting on others is quite thrilling,” Joanna remarked,

across her cheeks, Elyse responded bitterly, “Joanna

You’re imprisoned. No one will know even if I kill you,” Joanna retorted coldly, her demeanor icy

and subdued her lethal impulses. With a smirk, she said, “I’m off to see Jayden now. He’s a cripple. How does he manage? Should I take the lead and

snapped back, “Jayden won’t accept