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, she recognized him instantly-Charles. She saw

me... Wesley's going to kill me...

truly at her

left

all

hanging from the ceiling, Dahlia would have dropped to

with him, desperate

couldn't just stand by and

came to stand before her, watching as

a pack of cigarettes he'd gotten from Andrew and offered one

as Wesley

few

ern painkillers,

bitter-and tried to

into

her mouth.

your drugs! No,

together, refusing to

she was far too

little more force, Wesley pried her jaw open and shoved the pills into

to spit them out, but they dissolved instantly

to or not, she swallowed

the medicine went down her throat, Dahlia retched, convinced

but all she managed

her wounds throb, her face growing

Charles in

could he

then, slowly, she realized something was