Super Wife’s Three Babies

Eugene and George instinctively directed their gazes toward the surveillance monitors.

Once inside, Kyle approached Shannon and exchanged a few words with her before Shannon stepped forward. Without hesitation, she forcefully stripped Blood Rose of her clothing and sprinkled the Tickle Powder all over her trembling body.

Blood Rose was instantly engulfed in terror despite already teetering on the edge of death. Even though she was unclear of the specifics, she knew all too well that Phantom had once concocted many peculiar powders. Consequently, she naturally understood that this particular substance was far from benign. Why else would they be so liberal in dousing her with it?

With great difficulty, she squeezed out a sentence from her throat. “Y-You… Kill me already.”

Shannon sneered. “Kill you? That would be too merciful.”

Blood Rose shut her eyes. She was subjected to such torment for the first time in her life. More importantly, she was keenly aware that they intended to torment her relentlessly, subjecting her to an unbearable state of neither survival nor death.

Blood Rose felt the itch. An unbearable and piercing itch compelled her to scratch, but her hands

body twisted in a contorted manner. If one didn’t know better, one would

only she knew that the torment inflicted upon her by this Tickle Powder

simultaneously set ablaze by chili pepper and gnawed at by an army of ants. At the same time, certain areas were

even a fraction of the torment she

the stabbing pain

blazed a fiery red. She resembled an evil spirit ascending from the

inconvenience that could be overcome with mere resilience. Not only did it exceed what she was capable of enduring, but it also grew more intense by the second. Alongside the itching, her body swelled visibly, accompanied by a searing pain akin to the slow

ten minutes, she began to plead, “Give me the

thought the Tickle Powder was potent, as she didn’t even bat an eye

of a mental institution. Her messy hair, plus her skin marred by scars of crimson welts and visible swelling in injured areas, had presented

wicked deeds that Blood Rose had committed, her heart turned cold again. “Think about what you’ve done.

Rose knew well enough that they would never grant her that reprieve, but she couldn’t bear it any longer. She sought only a swift and painless death. “Kill