The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

Chapter 394 A Bone–Crushing Truth

Chapter 394 A Bone–Crushing Truth

A dreadful premonition swelled inside Jenn.

But even then, she clung to a sliver of hope.

She kicked Ben hard in the face, her voice hoarse with desperation. “Where’s Sharon? You monsters- where the hell did you hide her?”

Getting hit by a woman made a flash of viciousness flicker in Ben’s shadowed eyes.

If Jenn had stormed into the basement alone, he and Jerry would’ve made her beg for death.

He’d have whispered in the cruelest voice imaginable that her precious friend Sharon had been slowly tortured to death, her skin and flesh peeled away bit by bit–what remained of her body dumped right there in the basement.

By now, all that would be left were bones.

But James… even though they didn’t know who he was, one look at him told them he wasn’t someone to cross. His presence was terrifying. And he hadn’t come alone–he had cops with him. There was no way Ben was going to confess to murder in front of the police.

So he feigned ignorance. “That bitch was always trying to run. How the hell should I know where she ended up?”

Jerry, terrified the police would find out what they did to Sharon, quickly added, “Yeah, that whore ran off ages ago!”

“No way!”

Jenn wanted–more than anything–for Sharon to be safe, to have escaped these monsters.

But she’d known Sharon for years. She knew her better than anyone.

girl, kind and loyal. If she had really

all her strength. “Tell

had heard everything

that James had found her so quickly thanks to the girl downstairs–the one covered in wounds. She could

she and her friend could both escape

heart, she

pile of bones in the corner…

But sometimes, the only thing they could do was face reality–and speak

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make sure the monsters paid for

breath and rasped, “Those two

chest grew tighter as she spoke, her voice thick with sorrow. “The pile of bones in

“What?”

to

around felt like it drained her of every ounce of

they were. Bones. A pile of deformed white bones in the

wooden safety charm–warped, its

had been deeply in love with her boyfriend, Charles. He’d given her that charm after she’d been in a car

wanted her to recover, to live a

he’d held so dearly in his

the basement earlier, her eyes had been red, tears streaming down her face. Now,

clutched the charm tightly, whispering over and

loved Charles so much. He’s probably still looking for you, still waiting for you. Don’t you

But Sharon…