Finley had calmed down earlier, but when he saw Charlie walk in, he suddenly burst into tears and cried loudly.

He struggled and tried to crawl toward Charlie. However, he had no strength left after all the severe pain, and he could only wriggle on the floor like a maggot and wail pitifully, “Mr. Wade... I’ll tell you everything! I’ll say anything... so please end this for me...”

Charlie asked, “What? Do you finally know your sin?”

“I know already... I understand...” Finley cried, “I’m guilty and deserve to die... I’m sorry to all the innocent girls who were killed because of me... I don’t want anything anymore... I just want a chance to atone for my sins... I beg you, please...”

The past two hours of torment had been ten thousand times more terrifying than hell for Finley.

He could not imagine living with this much pain for the rest of his life. He could not ensure such torture and no longer had the will to live. All he wanted was to die as quickly as possible and simple death.