"Even if Master Alex forgives you, I wouldn't be able to spare a woman like you because you have brought shame to us as women."
Even though Alex was shocked at the merciless words, Jane did not respond at all. Throughout the two nights and one day that she had spent in Huron's mansion, she had gone through tortures from the six women that belonged to Huron, and in many ways, they were more creative than him when it came to torturing her. The women would have her kneel on the ground and massage their legs for them. They would pinch and twist her arms from time to time. The eldest, Orla Parkinson, was the worst amongst them all. The day before yesterday, she took a pair of sharp pliers and clamped it down on Jane's broken leg when no one was paying attention during the day.
The pain was so excruciating that Jane fell to the ground wailing, but Orla simply stepped on her hair and said, "Woman, my man and Cindy have ordered to keep you alive and unharmed because your body is to be preserved for Mr. Poole to slice piece by piece. But I don't think that Mr. Poole would have the time to slice the meat off the leg of a woman as slutty as you, would he? What does a woman like you have to get to sleep with Mr. Poole, and for ten whole years no less?? You even got to bear his child! Why?? What's so good about you?? You don't even hold a candle to my excellence,
okay?? I used to be an excellent student who studied i n a college that specializes in foreign languages. I used to speak foreign languages fluently, but why did I end up being abandoned by some poor boy, when a woman like you gets to be by Mr. Poole's side for almost ten years! I hate you! When Mr. Poole gets here, I am going to watch as he slices you into pieces. Oh, but not before I make you watch as I f*ck him!"
The overbearing jealousy within Orla had twisted her i n the most perverted way. She continued until the inside of Jane's thigh was completely covered in blood. That night, Jane was in so much pain that she could not fall asleep, but still, she did not resist. She knew that everyone, including Orla, Cindy, and Huron, had obtained the approval they needed from Alex. Without Alex's approval, none of them would have dared to beat her; which was why no matter how many times Orla slapped her across the face, kicked a t her, or asked her to kneel, Jane remained numb.
Jane looked at Alex with a blank and numb expression. "Do it already, if you want to slice me into pieces, but for the sake of the seven to eight years I've spent with you, let Noah's mother go. He has already been killed by you all. Just how unlucky can he be to have to pay with his own life over saving and taking care of a pregnant woman like me? The Alex I know doesn't take the lives of innocents. I agree on being sliced into pieces by you because I no longer want to live. All I can do now is to beg for you to let Noah's mother go. Please!"
Jane pleaded in a hoarse voice as she stared at Alex with dry eyes. There was not a tear in her eyes, and there was not the slightest sign of emotion in her voice.
Her carelessness had provoked Orla and Cindy. Orla pulled at Jane's ear in disbelief and gritted out, "You are in no place to speak in front of Mr. Poole."
Lifted half-way from the ground by Orla, Jane was forced into an awkward position of kneeling half-way with her hands supporting her pregnant belly. She lifted her gaze to meet Alex's eyes and said, "Alex... Lili me. i
Startled, Orla dropped Jane abruptly and stuttered, ' How dare you call Mr. Poole by his name?"
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