Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
With a hint of sarcasm, Cornell replied, “You were willing to offer yourself to me. What else can’t you afford?”.
Audrey was speechless, Cornell was becoming increasingly infuriating to her.
However, faced with the choice between the unpredictable Henley and Cornell, he was inclined to trust Cornell.
“When will Nicole be released?” he asked.
“Tomorrow morning,” Cornell said.
“Can’t it be sooner?” Audrey’s anxiety was evident. He did not want Nicole to remain in the detention center any longer.
Cornell replied dryly, “What did you expect, a midnight escape?”
Audrey, momentarily mute, realized the impracticality of his request.
Relieved that Cornell could help Nicole, she felt a weight lifted off her shoulders.
Cornell motioned Audrey to sit on the bed.
“Stay here tonight.”
“Tonight?” Audrey rolled up in her coat, wary.
“How many conditions do you have? I’ve only agreed to one.”
Seeing her wary stance, Cornell’s expression darkened, frustrated.
He scoffed, “Where else would you like to go right now?” “I’m not going to sleep with you. I’m not that horny,” Cornell added, his tone scathing.
Audrey preferred not to argue, weighed down by the uncertainty of her demand.
She hoped to resolve this ordeal as soon as possible, on one condition only.
Meanwhile, at the detention center, Nicole faced her ordeal, restrained by two women in prison uniforms as they injected her with an unknown substance.
Panic gripped Nicole’s face.
“Ah… Ah…”
Nicole discovered in terror that her voice had failed her and she could only utter hoarse, inarticulate screams. She had lost her voice!
The short-haired woman observed Nicole’s terror and sneered, “You’ve lost your voice, huh?”
Nicole nodded her head, fear evident in her eyes.
The short-haired woman brandished the syringe.
“This drug temporarily deprives you of speech.”
Nicole, pale, looked at them with questioning eyes.
The two women laughed sinisterly.
“You’ll know soon enough.”
Despite the difficulty of smuggling in contraband items, the two women pulled out several chopsticks. One commented, “We’re just getting paid to do this. Our job is to torture you before we finish you off. Blame the man you have offended. You have hurt someone very dear to him.”
The other woman added grimly, “Women should never trust men. When they are in love, you are everything. When love fades, they crush you without a second thought.”
As they conversed, their actions were coordinated and deliberate.
One held Nicole’s hand while the other picked up the disguised toothpick, with a silver needle hidden inside.
She pushed the needle under Nicole’s fingernails, causing her sharp, intense pain.
Nicole’s agonized screams echoed in the night, a chilling sound of pure torment.
“Uh! Ahhh!”
The pain was excruciating, akin to being slowly sliced open. It was a fate worse than death.
Nicole let out intense howls as if someone was methodically slicing her flesh, piece by agonizing piece, with a knife.
The excruciating pain drove her to a state even more unbearable than death.
Her face and body were drenched in cold sweat from the excruciating pain, and every drop fell to the ground. Her body was convulsing beyond her control, and even her toes were trembling.
Nicole’s vision blurred, white flashes splashed across her sight, as the voices of the two women distorted.
“Is she going to die?”
“It doesn’t matter. It’s like she’s dead. Cut off her fingers and get it over with.”
Nicole’s hand was forcibly separated and pressed to the ground. A blade flashed in the short-haired woman’s hand as she savagely slashed Nicole’s fingers.
The blade cut deep, striking bone, and blood gushed out.
Nicole’s gaze fixed on the blood, the physical pain paled in comparison to the anguish in her heart.
It was an unbearable agony, reaching into her soul.
Nicole had not imagined Jarrod capable of such cruelty, prolonging her suffering rather than granting her a quick end.
This was the price Jarrod had spoken of, a cruel and unforgettable retribution. He was a cruel man.
Tears of hatred formed in Nicole’s bloodshot eyes. Even in her impending doom, she cursed Jarrod with every fiber of her being.
The short-haired woman’s first attempt to sever Nicole’s fingers was unsuccessful, lacking precision.
She braced herself for another blow.
Suddenly, Nicole, driven by desperation, bit down ferociously on the short-haired woman’s arm.
“Ah!” cried the short-haired woman, only to be silenced by the other woman.
“Quiet! Do you want us to get caught?”
The short-haired woman, in agony, stammered, “My arm! The other woman struggled to push Nicole away. Failing to do so, she resorted to hitting Nicole hard on the back of her head.
Hitting her hard, Nicole loosened her grip.
The short-haired woman’s arm was horribly torn, with the flesh torn off by Nicole’s bite, bleeding profusely.
Furious, she slapped Nicole.
“You bitch! How dare you bite me!
The blow sent Nicole crashing into the wall, pain radiating throughout her body.
She began to have stomach cramps and spasms.
The short-haired woman, still furious, raised her hand to strike Nicole again. But she stopped when she saw Nicole wielding the sword she had snatched from her.
Nicole’s eyes flashed with fierce determination, warning them.
The short-haired woman hesitated, pain holding her back. The other woman warned, “Take your time. It won’t last much longer.
We’ll see who outlasts who.”
Clutching the sword, Nicole kept her gaze fixed on the two women, refusing to give in.
She had to see her parents one last time.
The night dragged on, filled with agony.
As dawn approached, Nicole’s pain intensified, every part of her body screaming.
With her strength sapped, she felt warm liquid sliding down her legs and pooling on the floor.
The woman across from her noticed and gasped.
“Why is she bleeding so much?
Has she miscarried?”
Just then the heavy iron door opened.
A voice said, “You can go now, 4129. 4129….. Call an ambulance, now!”
Nicole’s nerves, strained to the limit, calmed only when she was safely inside the ambulance.