Kidnapped and Rejected – The Return of Alpha’s Luna by Moon Claw

Chapter 164

A sharp, prickling pain’shot through Janet’s body.

This hurt even more than the lashings!

Fingers were highly sensitive areas with all the nerve endings, and even more so for the nail part

Even a tiny paper cut could hurt for days, let alone shoving a bamboo splinter right under the nail!

Cold sweat drained Janet’s shirt. She couldn’t stop herself from shivering and arching her back with this extreme, harsh pain that dominated her mind.

There was noise in her head. It took her a few seconds to realize that it was the sound of her blood racing through her head.

Amidst that noise, she heard Harper’s scoffing:

“…Oh I am sorry. Was this too hard? I can be gentler…all you need to do is to beg

me.”

Janet’s chest rose and fell rapidly, her voice trembling, “…Stop…”

“That sounds forceful, rather than pleading. So maybe we ought to try again?”

Harper drew that splinter out, slowly and painfully, deliberately lengthening the time frame of this torment.

The raw texture of the bamboo made it extra torturing on the way out. It probably left some tiny fibers underneath the nail.

Janet widened her eyes.

A gasp of pain escaped her lips, “…Ah!”

A gleeful expression appeared on Harper’s lips, “So it does hurt, doesn’t it? I wouldn’t know since you haven’t said a word yourself.”

She loosened her grip.

Janet immediately took her hand back.

Blood dripped down from her fingertip and dropped to the cushion.

“Oh look at that!” Harper pointed at the blood stain with an exaggerated tone, “The color red looks good on your nails but horrible on my cushion. You should wash that, Janet.”

Janet hid her injured thumb behind her back

Her hatred towards Harper had reached a new top.

She grabbed the cushion and turned to head towards the bathroom, but Harper said behind her back:

“No, I want you to wash it here. Under my watch.”

“…There is no water.”

snapped her fingers and called to Wendy, “Get her a bucket

and the latter one went into the bathroom and soon

water with one

both hands!” Wendy snapped, “You won’t get the blood stain off unless your rub the surface hard

took a

injured under underneath the

came from her fingertip as though the seemingly harmless water

immediately realized what was going

little trick to increase her

gaze on her back. Harper was waiting in high hope to see her cry out in pain or–even better–get on her knees and beg for

throbbing pain and the gaze on her back

though she didn’t just get her

she was hoping for, and she soon became

“…Stubborn bitch!”

under her breath and shot up from the

her clean up this place. I am heading to the salon. Can’t waste

Harper stormed away.

room and

the cushion, she made Janet scrub the floor because she claimed that she saw Janet’s hand dripping blood onto

I get a band–aid for my thumb?”

You may not.” Wendy snorted condescendingly. “Band–aids aren’t for

might keep dripping blood,” Janet said

just keep wiping them off,” Wendy replied with a nasty grin. “Oh, and you don’t want to use a vacuum. These hardwood floors are very delicate. Wipe them

her upper body down to the ground all

feel her

shoulders were sore. Her back ached

hands were soon rough and chapped in

from time to time and point out some

would deliberately step on the part that Janet had just cleaned

behind, so that Janet had to re–do

whole day to

get a lunch break because Wendy said that she should eat

came up in the room, Harper

hair blown and her face radiant

to

strode into the room crying and left a trail of footprints on the glossy

yelled, “Light those candles! Get rid of those withering roses! Bring out the best china and puff those pillows and

to

the mirror to check on her looks for the

wine was breathing

soon as he stepped into

dining hall?

waiting for him by the door in a tight–fit

prepared looks for tonight

coat. She almost tripped in

this