You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

"What are you going to do?" Joyce questioned in a cold voice, “It's illegal to question me privately!"

"Oh, illegal? Joyce, someone is not happy with you, and they let me teach you a good lesson.” The prison guard took out a long whip from her waist and "snapped" it in her hand repeatedly.

The silver-black whip, thick and strong, glowed with an icy cold light. She could imagine how bad it would hurt with such a whip.

Joyce sucked in a breath of cold air. She thought the prison guard would at most force confessions from her, and she did not think that right in the detention center, they would be so bold to torture her. "Who is it that asks you to do this? Aren't you afraid that I'll turn you in when I get out?" Joyce knew full well that there was no way this prison guard could answer her question, she was just trying to buy herself some time as she looked for something she could use to block her whip.

"Haha." The prison guard laughed out loud, extremely arrogant, "You are too naive, who will believe your words, all I need to say is that you intend to escape, so I bring you to this small black room. It's so reasonable, wouldn't you say? As long as you are not killed, what can they do to me, and it's you who have asked for it!" sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

people, and now I can't help it." The

dodged sideways. She had long practiced

the tricks up your sleeve." When the prison guard saw that Joyce could dodge, she became energized instead. She laughed evilly while pacing slowly towards Joyce, a bloodthirsty glint in her

her whip again

the small dark room cracked at the

far more powerful than she had thought. The room was

and fearful and helpless look in your eyes. Come

moment, Joyce found a chance, suddenly picked up the chair, aimed at the prison guard's arm

The prison guard

subdued a bit, she simply used her left hand to raise the whip, sweeping the whip in the small dark room like she was crazy. Wherever the whip came, it would turn into a field of debris. Joyce had been dodging for a