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.

her sight was blurred by pain,

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

was truly at her

had left her

loomed closer, all

from the ceiling, Dahlia would have dropped

him, desperate

stand by and

came to stand before her, watching

word, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes he'd gotten from

watched as Wesley took

few

ern painkillers,

tried to

into

her mouth.

your

lips tightly together, refusing to let

she was far too weak to

pried her jaw

out, but they dissolved instantly on

wanted to or not, she

medicine went down her throat, Dahlia retched, convinced it was

to vomit it out, but all she managed

made her wounds throb, her face growing even

Charles

could he be so

slowly, she

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