Chapter 852:

Around four in the morning, a drugged Etta woke from her haze. She looked around, panic setting in.

Her head felt like it was going to burst as memories of Harlee’s torture resurfaced.

She grabbed her head, as though she were losing her mind.

As Etta lifted her hand, she noticed her pinky was gone.

In a panic, she ripped off the bandage, exposing the raw, gruesome cut beneath.

She lost all composure.

“Where’s my hand… Where’s my hand…”

and severed the

to believe

worried about

yanking and pulling with

out! Let me out! Harlee, I know I was wrong. Please,

profound

She went pale and slumped to the

everything about Etta’s breakdown without uttering a

more

someone through the window, Etta quickly got up, her leg smashing into the iron wall in her rush. Ignoring the throbbing pain, she clung to the iron-barred window, pleading with the individuals outside, “Please,

nothing but insults from

had caused? Yet, her willingness

with clear disgust, “Even if you don’t tell us everything, we

knowledge as leverage. If only Harlee would spare her,

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