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…”

which Harlee had broken and severed the

refused to

to amputate her finger? Wasn’t Harlee worried about legal consequences? Wait. Where was this

to the door, yanking and pulling with all her

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

a profound

to terms with being truly confined. She went pale and slumped to the floor, still hammering on

calmly documented everything about Etta’s breakdown without uttering

– more

with the individuals outside, “Please, I need to see Harlee. I admit I was wrong. I really do. I’ll tell her anything she wants to know. Just please,

with nothing but insults from the two

she had caused? Yet, her willingness to confess everything

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

had indeed hoped to use her knowledge as leverage. If only Harlee would spare her, she was ready to disclose everything about Hale, even details unknown to Lindsay. Tightening her fists, Etta attempted to negotiate once

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