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.

adjusted, and she looked up to see the man standing in front of her. His mask was

with fear. "You're going to torture

do you want me to torture you? Why

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

so

you

trouble to bring

think I'm going

you go? How naive can

who asked," Rosalie replied. "I answered, and now you're

torture you, not to tell

you insane?" Rosalie

you talking back

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