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.

have offended so many people, and now I can't

dodged sideways. She had long practiced agility

still have all 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,

she flung her whip again

wooden table in the small dark room cracked at the sound and fell apart on the

at the power of the whip, which was far more powerful than she had thought. The room

like to see this kind of frightened and fearful and helpless look in your eyes. Come on,

suddenly picked up the chair, aimed at

prison guard

irritated. After the pain subdued a bit, she simply used her left hand to raise the whip, sweeping the whip in the small dark room like