Zachary narrowed his eyes at Charlotte’s wrist.

“Aren’t you going to let her go?” Ben bellowed at the guy, “Are you tired of having your hands attached to your body?”

The man hurriedly let go of Charlotte and retracted a few steps and slumped to the sofa behind. He asked in an apprehensive manner, “Who- who are you guys?”

The other men at the sofa were scared to their wits and dared not make a sound.

“Make him lose the hand that was gripping her wrist just now!”

 

Zachary barked the orders before turning around to leave.

Stumped, Charlotte froze on the ground, widening her eyes in disbelief at the turn of events. Before she could even figure out what just transpired, the sounds of the man wailing in pain filled the private room.

As she traced the sounds of the man screaming in pain, she was greeted by the sight of Ben stepping the man’s hands against the wall. The crisp sounds of the man’s bones cracking rang in her ears.

 

The man’s face grimaced with the excruciating pain. He tried hard to struggle himself free but to no avail.

The other people in the private room paled at the sight as they retreated themselves to a corner, not daring to utter even a single word.

 

The hostesses had never seen anything like it and shuddered in fear as they covered their eyes.

“You have a death wish!” Ben scowled at the man and retracted his foot.

man slumped to the floor and

Moments passed and she still

are you waiting for? Come right

that the

to snap out of

over to Zachary’s private room. Has he recognized me? How is he going to punish me if he has

his drink quietly on

the entrance as she did

Ben gestured for

had no choice but to enter the private room, making her way to the center, and looked apprehensively at

her as

his hand, Zachary put down the drink in his hand, and finally parted

but she relented and went

on the other

she was done. She had no idea what Zachary was

Zachary gestured at her

opened another bottle

not once

her to wash hands. Firstly, he deemed her wrist dirty after some guy gripped it. Second of all, he was trying to identify her by spotting the wound

she was actually glad that the wound on the back of her

her palms from being scalded by the cigar was still clear

as he did not turn over her hand to check, her palm was

Charlotte poured a

all the while as she kept her head low, waiting

lifted her head

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