Rosalie listened to Laila's screams. Though she felt a bit afraid, Laila deserved this. It was karma.

Laila's gambling addiction had led her to incur heavy debts, and to think she even conspired with kidnappers to abduct her own niece! It was utterly unforgivable. The screams continued for several minutes before finally subsiding. Eventually, Laila's pleas for mercy faded away.

"What a fucking jinx!" the man cursed.

He was panting heavily, as if exhausted from the beating.

But no sooner had he finished cursing, he kicked Laila again.

"Look what you made me do. You made me curse! How can a refined person like me use such foul language? It's all your fault! Damn it! Damn, I cursed again!"

He grabbed a bottle nearby, and smashed it over Laila's head.

"Anyone who makes me curse deserves to die!"

The sound of the bottle shattering echoed sharply, like a knife piercing Rosalie's eardrums.

Then, footsteps approached her. She trembled in fear. Suddenly, the blindfold was removed from her eyes.

blinded by the light. After a while, her vision adjusted, and she

breathing became rapid, her eyes filled with fear.

The man burst into laughter. "How do you want

smiled weakly. "I don't want you to torture me. I want you to let me go. Can you

so annoying. I

you

much trouble to

you think I'm

How naive can you

asked," Rosalie replied. "I answered, and now

to tell me how I should torture you, not to tell me to let you

insane?"

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