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…”

broken and severed the tendon, was now completely

to believe

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

Etta rushed to the door, yanking and

it and yelled nonstop, “Let me out! Let me out! Harlee, I know I was wrong. Please, just let me out, okay?

a profound

come to terms with being truly confined. She went pale and slumped to

guards outside calmly documented everything about Etta’s breakdown without uttering

– more

window, pleading with the individuals outside, “Please, I need to see Harlee. I admit

words were met with nothing but insults from the

Etta seriously believe that a simple apology could rectify the chaos she had caused? Yet, her

you don’t tell us everything, we have ways to make you talk. This isn’t

spare her, she was ready to disclose everything about Hale, even details unknown to Lindsay. Tightening her fists, Etta

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