“Have fun, Vera Quinn! They’re not bad!”

“Have you no shame, Meredith Crawford?”

“Hahaha… Maybe if you begged, I might have thought about letting you go. Too bad though, if you’re going to be so stubborn, then you can just die!” Meredith’s eyes hardened as an evil smile appeared on her bandaged face.

Madeline refused to allow Meredith to hurt her anymore, especially not before she took revenge for all Meredith did to her back then.

Watching the four men approaching her, Madeline slowly raised her fists.

She would fight to the death before she let herself fall into the hands of these men.

When her eyes fell on a wooden stick by the wall, she dashed to pick it up before anyone could stop her.

“Oh? What a feisty one. I like it.” The scarred man smiled wretchedly with a hand rubbing his chin as he stared disapprovingly at the wooden stick in Madeline’s hand. “I’d stop fighting back if I were you, beautiful, lest you suffer unnecessary beatings for your misbehavior!”

Madeline