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Lila never knew a single night could feel so endless.
Her right hand–the one she used for her research–had each finger methodically shattered by Callan’s hammer, creating compound fractures.
Eventually, she became numb to the pain, her devastated heart filled only with despair.
But Callan wouldn’t let her escape so easily. Noticing her diminished response to pain, he smiled and ordered his men to bring two vials of a special drug.
“This is what intelligence agencies use to interrogate criminals,” Callan’s voice was ghost–like. “It amplifies pain a hundredfold, and no matter how excruciating the agony, you’ll remain completely conscious.”
With that, he injected both vials into Lila’s body.
Instantly, all her bodily sensations magnified by hundreds of times. Pain flooded in from everywhere, nearly driving her insane.
“I heard you called my little rose a whore?” Callan sneered. “And wanted to sew up her lower body? Well, I’ll grant your wish and perform a sewing operation on you.”
Lila was instantly alarmed and struggled with all her remaining strength, but in her tortured state, her efforts were futile.
Callan’s men held her down, ripped open her clothes, and forcibly spread her legs.
Lila had nearly exhausted her tears but couldn’t make a sound.
“Besides Lila and Zara, I would never touch any other woman’s lower body,” Callan said coldly. “Joe, you’ll perform the sewing operation on my behalf.”
With that, Callan handed the needle and thread to his assistant.
Seeing this, Zara pretended to intervene: “Cal, maybe we should stop. I heard this instructor is Aunt Lila’s bestie. If Aunt Lila finds out how cruelly you treated her friend, she’ll be furious.”
“Lila doesn’t need friends,” Callan responded icily. “She has me, and that’s enough!”
The sewing operation began. The steel needle was heated until red–hot, then driven through Lila’s flesh.
Although Lila was too weak to move, the sensation of pain remained agonizingly clear. She couldn’t scream or call for help–she could only break down again and again in absolute despair.
In the past, Callan wouldn’t even allow Lila to wear short skirts. He had possessively declared that only he could see
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his woman.
But now, he ordered his men to spread her legs and allowed a group of men to perform this “sewing operation” on
her.
Twenty–eight stitches. Twenty–eight excruciating stitches. Even the eighteen levels of hell might not inflict such suffering.
But Lila’s torment didn’t come from hell–it came from the person she had loved most in this life…
After being tortured all night, Lila was dumped on the street the next morning like a broken rag doll.
The ropes on her hands had been untied. She struggled to her feet and shakily removed the blindfold.
Her advisor called at that moment, asking her to send her location so the military could send special forces to take her to the ship.
With all five fingers of her right hand shattered and immobile, Lila painfully used her left hand to send her location to her advisor.
Soon, an SUV arrived, and several special forces soldiers jumped out.
Seeing Lila’s terrible condition, even these hardened soldiers‘ pupils contracted in shock: “Dr. Carson, what happened? How did you get injured like this?”
Lila shook her head, no longer wanting to explain anything. “It doesn’t matter. Just take me to the base.”
“Once I get there, I want all my information completely erased. I’m dedicating the rest of my life to research. I’m not coming back–never coming back…”
The soldiers helped Lila into the SUV. As soon as she got in, she received a text message from Callan:
[Lila, don’t be angry. If you suspect something between me and Zara, I’ll send her abroad tomorrow and never contact her again. You’re the most important person in my life. I love you more than anything.]
Reading this message, Lila’s hands trembled.
She suddenly remembered how, before her previous departure with the research team, Callan had kissed the golden heart–shaped pendant containing the miniature camera and said with an obsessive, sick tone:
“Lila, you’re mine. Don’t even think about running away. You’ll never escape my grasp.”
Back then, Lila had willingly worn that pendant, voluntarily allowing herself to be controlled, willingly becoming his possession.
But now, Lila removed the pendant and asked the soldier to forward it to Callan.
After taking it off, she felt liberated. The breeze through the car window caressed her face as she closed her eyes,
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enjoying her hard–won freedom.
Callan, I could always have escaped.
Your grip was never my prison–my love for you was the real shackle that traps me.
But now I don’t love you anymore, and you’ll NEVER find me again.
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