Not A Small-Town Girl

Chapter 179-1

In the dimly lit basement, two wealthy women sat bound to chairs, their designer gowns rumpled and smeared, and their mouths sealed with strips of tape.

Surrounded by walls that shut out the light, the room was cast in a feeble glow that hardly dispelled the darkness. A glaring spotlight illuminated a wall lined with chilling instruments of torture, their sharp, cold edges sending shivers down one’s spine.

The ground beneath them was marked with traces of blood, barely dried, and the air was thick with a metallic stench.

Fiona and Janice, dragged into this chamber of horrors, slowly regained consciousness. As their bleary eyes adjusted, they took in the scene, and dread clawed at their throats. The rumors were true—David was a demon who would kill without a second thought.

’We’re such fools to have crossed such a monster! Are we going to die here?’ Fiona thought in despair. She shuddered at the wall of instruments—each capable of torment beyond imagination.

The two women squirmed against their restraints, their whimpers muffled by the tape on their mouths.

Just then, the basement door creaked open. Nathan entered, flanked by a group of mercenaries.

protests grew louder as they glared at

ordered, pulling out a chair and sitting across

tape from their mouths

want with

lips were in pain from

away, still asking pointless questions. You should be praying for a little more time before you meet your

Nathan’s words. She recognized him—Nathan, the right-hand man of David, a key figure

torture instruments, and a sense of foreboding grew within her. ’Are they planning to use

comfort, shielded from violence. In the face of

what I said," Janice begged. "I’ll make it up to her.

wants to pay Mrs. Charrington with the measly wealth of the Marker

Charrington. Your family’s wealth can’t even cover the staff wages

fists, trembling with suppressed rage, but she could only endure

still clueless about your predicament," Nathan