Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life

Chapter 1694

She couldn't wrap her head around it-how Kimberly, after all she'd been through, managed to keep that necklace in such pristine condition.

"Take me to those people," Fiona said, her voice calm and steady. Her delicate features were a storm of anger, her eyes dark and intense, like a demon straight out of hell, brimming with menace.

They made their way to a basement, dim and damp. As the door creaked open, a nauseating stench hit them, so overpowering that even Fiona had to cover her nose. It was the perfect hideout for vermin and decay.

Yara gestured towards the corner where three people crouched, their faces gaunt and pale, bodies so thin and frail it was painful to see. Even in such dire straits, they hadn't given up tormenting Kimberly. It seemed the saying held true: those who are pitiable often have something despicable about them.

"Fiona, sweetheart, they're all yours. Do whatever you feel like. The tools are right over there," Yara said with a mischievous grin, giving Fiona's cheek a playful tweak. Fiona was stunning, no doubt about it.

"Thanks."

time, Fiona was alone in the basement. She picked up a metal rod, testing its weight in her hand. It might not leave visible marks, but it would

of the men shouted, his voice barely hiding his fear. Every fiber of his being was screaming at

swear I'll never do it again. I'll never

if Kimberly, now lying in bed, barely clinging to life, had begged

hadn't arrived in time, would Kimberly's dignity

with disgust

time for a taste

them, metal rod in hand, her steps slow and deliberate. Soon, the only sound in the

broke the silence like a clap of thunder, followed by a chorus of wails. Even

before-a pretty young woman who turned into

couldn't help but