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.

loyal. If she had really escaped this hellhole, there was no

stomped on Ben’s face with all her strength. “Tell me

had heard

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

hoped she and her friend could

her heart,

the corner… it

and pity filled her chest. But sometimes, the only thing they could

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make sure the

breath and rasped, “Those two animals said they tortured the last girl

she spoke, her voice thick with sorrow. “The pile of bones in the corner–that’s

“What?”

seemed to slow for

it drained her of every ounce of

there they were. Bones. A

them, a wooden safety charm–warped, its surface

He’d given her that charm after she’d been

her to recover, to live a long

held so dearly in his hands… hadn’t made

tears streaming down her face. Now, staring at the bloodstained

fingers trembled as she clutched the charm tightly, whispering

waiting for you. Don’t

But Sharon…