The Day Our Promise Breaks

Chapter 538

When Sandy was alive, she had been used over and over by her, turned into a pawn to achieve her own ends.

Now that Sandy was gone, Dahlia still refused to let her memory rest in peace.

"Ah!"

As Wesley drew his knife slowly across her skin, Dahlia couldn't help but scream

in agony.

But Wesley's hand never wavered.

He wanted Dahlia to feel the pain-every ounce of suffering she had once inflicted on Sandy, returned a thousandfold.

Again and again, the blade carved into Dahlia's flesh.

Each stroke, deep and merciless.

When he finished, Wesley began to peel away strips of skin from her back, as if she were nothing but a canvas for his revenge.

Her back became a grotesque sight, too horrific to bear.

Her clothes were already soaked through with blood, crimson droplets falling steadily to the floor.

The pain was excruciating-Dahlia felt as if life itself was draining from her.

Suspended, half-conscious, she could do nothing but plead for mercy, her voice hoarse and raw, but Wesley was deaf to her cries.

...

Dahlia's desperate pleas fell on deaf ears. Just as despair threatened to swallow her whole, a tall, broad-shouldered figure suddenly appeared at the edge of her fading vision.

pain,

"Charles... Help me... Wesley's

truly at

left her icy

all

from the ceiling, Dahlia would have dropped to her knees before Charles, begging

eyes pleaded with him, desperate for a shred

and watch Wesley butcher her.

stand before her, watching as her life ebbed

out a pack of cigarettes he'd gotten from

watched as Wesley

few

ern painkillers,

bitter-and tried

into

her mouth.

don't want your drugs!

tightly together, refusing to let

she was far too weak to

force, Wesley pried her jaw open and shoved the pills

tried to spit them out, but they dissolved instantly on

wanted to or not,

went down her throat,

she managed was a fit

violent coughing only made her wounds throb, her face growing even

Charles in utter

he be

she realized something