Ranita's heart sank to the bottom of the valley.
"Ranita... you remember me? That's great!" Turner's eyes were bloodshot as he got out of his wheelchair, his empty sleeves flapping.
Turner also seemed to have trouble with his legs, walking with a limp.
Ranita stepped back, but her ankle chain reached its limit. She pulled hard a few times, but it was useless except for causing pain in her ankles.
"Hehe!" Turner smirked sinisterly. "Ranita, you didn't expect this day would come, did you?"
He approached step by step and stepped on the iron chain. His twisted face was full of venting pleasure, "Being tied up like a dog by me and slowly tortured!"
"Turner, you're crazy! Do you know what you're doing?" Ranita had rested for two days but barely ate or drank water. Her throat was dry and her once fair face looked haggard.
But she had good bones and superior features; even in distress she still retained some beauty.
Fire flashed in Turner's eyes.
"I know exactly what I'm doing! Look at me - my hands are disabled and my legs aren't good either. I'll be useless from now on unless I have someone like you to take care of me! You used to be Brendon's wife; now stay here forever serving me for the rest of your life while helping this cripple bear children."
"Are you happy about that Ranita?"
As he spoke, Turner laughed crazily, "If it weren't for you how could I have fallen into such misery!? You owe me so just pay it back with your remaining years!"
Was this guy really insane? Did he plan on imprisoning her forever?
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