Chapter 50

James’s roar was like cracking thunder, making Rowena’s ears ring and leaving her in a daze.

All she could do was sob, not knowing how else to respond. After a while, she finally calmed down enough to say something, her face a look of despair.

“I don’t know… I really don’t… I - I think Trent took the painting to the Capital as a gift for someone.”

Slice!

James picked up the switchblade from the bed and swung it at Rowena’s hand, splattering blood everywhere,

Rowena opened her mouth in agony, but no sound came out. Her expression twisted hideously in pain and she trembled.

James casually pulled out some silver needles and inserted them into Rowena’s body.

Rowena could not die yet. Not without the painting back in his hands. Her palm stopped bleeding after the needles were inserted, but the pain was still there. It was an unbearable kind of pain.

now, all she wanted was to die.

Living was worse than death, yet she was unable to die.

and stared at Rowena,

you’ve suffered is nowhere near enough to atone

is

said through chattering teeth, barely able to

James frowned.

told him the truth under such torture, out of a primal need for self-preservation. If Rowena was saying that she had no idea where the painting was, did it mean

passed down through his lineage for countless generations. His grandfather even said that their family could

chattering. She fell incredibly lightheaded but was

and arms, tormenting her by keeping her

ran deep into her core. She kept pleading for mercy.

tonight,”

If by the time I come back for you,

up. Charles trembled, and a pool of liquid grew under him. He had soiled his pants

d-don’t know anything!” Charles stuttered before begging for

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