In My Desperate Time

Chapter 479: Endless Torture

They walk over and handcuff me to a pillar nearby.

Then they begin to tear my clothes.

I cry and struggle desperately. My hands are scratched by the handcuffs. I try to dodge, but they grab me and I am not able to move at all.

The man is strong. He tears my shirt apart in a second.

There is only a piece of underwear under my shirt. I want to cover my breast, but I can't get rid of the handcuffs.

I feel shameful.

I wish I can die at this moment. How can I bear this?

Tears flow down my face.

They drop on the exposed skin. I feel cold.

Frances, where are you?

Do you know that I'm in danger and I really need you?

A man takes out a knife and shake it in front of me. I am scared.

What is he going to do?

sudden, he scratches on my breast

flows out

on the

to be in the army? How could they

a jar. He

It hurts.

salt on would is way more

like now, but

Will I be

it might be a good

It would be better to

straighten out my thinking, I

the pain is

know how long I

people in front are getting more and more

impatient, but they dare not

more wounds appear

method they can think of to

pepper powder, and melted

many times I faint. Every time I black out, I will wake up quickly due to the

rather dizzy, and my

his hands and says loudly, "That's

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