Revenge After Divorce by Black Rose

Chapter 251

Chapter 251

OLIVIA

The tears wouldn’t stop. I was completely numb to the pain in my feet, but the sight of Xander meticulously cutting and removing my toenails sent waves of horror and helplessness through me. I had no idea whether toenails grew back after they were surgically removed in such a brutal way, but the thought of it made my stomach churn.

“Please…” I sobbed, my voice breaking as I pleaded with him. The tears streamed down my face, unable to stop. I wasn’t sure what was worse, the pain I couldn’t feel or the torment of watching him work so calmly, so coldly. It was as though he had done this a thousand times before. The sight of the tiny toenails being placed in a small, neat box made my breath catch in my throat.

“Why are you doing this?” I gasped between sobs, barely able to force the words out. It felt like my whole body was shaking, though the numbness in my feet made it hard to tell if that was real or just my mind frantically trying to escape the horror.

wavering as he continued his task. When he finally looked up at me, his eyes met mine with an unsettling calm. “Oh, this?” He shrugged lightly, the corners of his mouth twitching into something almost like

him.

satisfaction, “this is the only thing I will do to you. But

could already feel the weight of his threat. The way he so carefully removed each toenail, the concentration on his face, told me everything I needed to know. This wasn’t a man unfamiliar with torture. This was his domain, this twisted, sadistic game

say anything. There was nothing left to say. The tears flowed freely, but they didn’t faze him in

buried so deep that no one would think to look for me here. There was no exit, except for the door through which he had entered. I glanced at the tools he had brought in, the sharp instruments, the cruel precision in his movements. No weapons, no help, just me and Xander, trapped in this suffocating place. No one was coming for me.

in. I was alone. Helpless. And even though the pain wasn’t yet real, the fear gnawed at me. I could feel the weight of his control in every action he took, in every word he spoke. He had planned this, everything. This was a place where he knew I couldn’t escape,

the silence, “I liked you from the first moment I saw

casual, almost nostalgic, as he looked at me, strange smile playing on his lips. “When I laid my eyes on you, I thought to myself, ‘Damn, heaven

the memory. My stomach turned at the thought of what he might have imagined,