Not A Small-Town Girl

Chapter 179-2

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A bucket of ice-cold water splashed over Janice, and she

jolted awake with a gasp, her eyes wide with terror.

"How dare youtorture me! I’ll report

you to the authorities. The Locke

family weg tlet this stand,” Janice ~

shrieked@l want to see Mr. S

Charriagton. You can’t do this tome.

If I diein this place, my soul will

never rest—’ll come for you"

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Nathan took a drag and tossed the cigarette. He chuckled

and said, "Even the Locke family you rely on needs to

make an appointment to see Mr. Charrington. Who the hell

do you think you are?

"Do you know how many people have died in this

basement? Each one cursed us with their dying breaths.

Their curses didn’t save them. Neither will yours."

“Since you’re so fond of cursing, let’s see how tough you

are." Nathan’s voice was unnervingly cold. "Chop off her

limbs and toss them in the grinder."

"No, please! Don’t—" Janice cried out.

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The mercenary stepped forward

a gleaming blade

of her hands

rate Blood sprayed atross

floor as

scteam filled the room.

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her severed hand

"Please don’t throw it in!"

her arrogance get

the severed hand and,

the meat grinder. In an

was devoured

horror as everything unfolded before

eyes—they were serious.

with the lingering scent of iron, the

reeked of fresh blood.

the barbaric scene

that she

eyes bulged as she thought, ‘They’re devils,

"Continue," Nathan said chillingly.

Janice’s remaining limbs

the grinder. Each time she passed out

a splash of cold

consciousness.

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reduced to a trembling

on the edge

don’t you just kill me,"

wished she could

is an easy way out here

said with a cruel smile. "Perhaps you’ll

you think of your

Janice’s face as she

hurt my daughter. Do

me. Don’t hurt her."

about

the person Mr. Charrington

you think you deserve to