Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook

Chapter 221

Kidnapped! A sudden, sharp sound sliced through the quiet night.
The man ripped off Raegan’s collar.
The cold night air met Raegan's skin, making her shiver.
"Ah!" Raegan cried out, her body debilitated by the effects of the drugs, making her unable to lift a hand to stop the man.
"Please...
Spare me.” Gathering the last ounce of her strength, Raegan attempted to retreat, tears dampening the blindfold ughtly secured
over her eyes.
She managed to see the man before her.
However, she wasn't able to distinguish his features.
Judging from the build, Raegan was sure it wasn't Mitchel.
The man stood still for a moment as he silently looked at Raegan.
He suddenly leaned in, and his scent enveloped her.
A flicker of recognition crossed Raegan’s mind, but she couldn't put a finger on it.
Fear instinctively took over as she asked, "What do you want?" The man's fingertips traced Raegan's neck, sliding down gently
as he took off the pendant she had on.
"Is this yours?" His voice had a raspy edge as if it was run through a voice-changer device.
Raegan nodded.
"Yes, it's mine.
It’s not worth much.
Please, don't take it.
] can give you money instead.” The pendant had been with Raegan since she was a child.

Her grandmother somehow took it from her one day but gave it back to her before the demise.
Raegan couldn't stomach losing the pendant since it carried sentimental value for her.
The man stepped back, refraining from advancing further, and paused.
After a few minutes, he said softly, "Why is it you?” His voice trembled, carrying an undercurrent of unspoken emotions.
Raegan was startled as she felt the man approaching her again.
She was paralyzed with fear and was powerless to flee.
Yet, the man just calmly reattached the pendant.
His movements were mindful and tender, much to her amazement.
Somehow, she felt the man was gentle to her.

Being gentle...
Someone's image fleetingly flashed across Raegan's mind.
Yet, her headache was so intense that she could not focus on thinking.
The door slammed shut, and the man made a hasty exit, granting her a moment to catch her breath.
But before Raegan could fully recover, another figure entered the room.
Without warning, a brutal blow struck Raegan's neck, plunging her back into unconsciousness.
After what felt like an eternity, Raegan was jolted awake.

Blinking away the disorientation, Raegan found herself tightly bound with ropes. Her hands were immobilized, but her feet had some limited freedom. The surroundings

raced down Raegan's spine. Standing before Raegan, Tessa seemed even more unhinged and twisted, wearing the scars of countless terrors. "You seem to have a good sleep!" Tessa's voice, rough and harsh, cut through the air. Raegan summoned her courage and confronted Tessa. "Tessa, this is the second time you've kidnapped me. Is this your way of seeking life behind the bar by committing crime upon crime?" "Crime? How hilarious! You really have no idea what a true crime is!" With slow and deliberate movements, Tessa removed her hat and mask, revealing a visage that horrified Raegan. Tessa’s face bore clear evidence of her

Tessa’s disfigured countenance was a terrible sight to see.
It was capable of reducing children to tears and inflicting nightmares upon adults.

escape routes. Desperate and penniless, I sought refuge with an elderly fisherman on a remote coastal island..." Memories filled Tessa‘'s mind in an instant. The fisherman first treated her well, giving her food and clean clothes. But hope soon turned to despair when she discovered the dark truth. The fisherman held numerous women captive and subjected them to unimaginable torment. His sadistic acts had left scars on their bodies. He had also salted their wounds to avoid putrefaction. When he took Tessa in, the last captive was barely breathing, legs and body covered in bloody cuts. The fisherman had calmly put salt on the woman's wound and said, "By doing this, it won't stink.” Tessa was trapped in that living nightmare and did not dare to resist. She took

she suffered from his brutal abuse, which was exacerbated by his consumption of a mysterious medicine. The torment would go on throughout the night, haunting Tessa until the fisherman succumbed to a deep slumber in the daylight hours. Tessa's frail form, worn and weathered, bore the scars of her harrowing experience. One fateful day, when the fisherman embarked on his fishing expeditions, Tessa realized her moment had come. Her body had become disposable, devoid of any worth. Tessa took advantage of the situation and laced

poison. The fisherman met a violent demise, and Tessa set

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