Sacrificed by the Man Fated to Love Me

"This lady's tougher than she looks," a woman said mockingly.

Shortly after, a sharp, searing pain shot up my left leg, and I couldn't help but let out a muffled cry.

"Oh, have you finally decided to make some noise?" Her voice grew more excited.

When I forced my eyes open, I saw a heavily made-up woman standing over me. Her face twisted with some kind of sick excitement, and she was holding a red-hot iron rod. After waving it in front of me, she abruptly drove it straight into my chest.

A scream ripped from my throat. My nerves felt like they were on fire. It was as though my chest was being burned from the inside out.

"That's more like it. It gets boring if you don't react."

The woman grinned in satisfaction before driving the metal rod into the other side of my chest.

I gritted my teeth and forced myself to stay silent. I knew that struggling would only spur them on. So, I could only endure the pain while praying that it would all end soon.

My limbs had been broken a long time ago. As I lay motionlessly on the filthy wooden bed, I was completely at their mercy.

"How many have we gone through? Have we used all eight torture devices?" Terrence Sawyer's cool and detached voice rang out.

"We've used seven so far. Is there really a need to recreate every event so accurately?" Terrence's mentor, John Williams, said reluctantly. "You know that Quinn Sawyer was the one who saved you back then. So, why insist on repaying Yvonne Lynn instead?"

I blinked.

When the landslide struck back then, I had dug Terrence out of the rubble with my bare hands and carried him to safety. By the time we reached the safe zone, I had collapsed from exhaustion. When I woke up, he insisted that Yvonne was the one who had saved him.

No matter how hard I tried to explain, he refused to believe me. As it turned out, he wasn't doubting me at all. He was simply feigning oblivion on purpose.

"I had already let Yvonne down by marrying Quinn. I don't want her to go through this kind of suffering again. Being subjected to something like this will ruin a woman's life," Terrence sighed, his voice heavy with guilt.

Lying on the filthy wooden bed, I let out a bitter laugh as tears trickled down my face. He knew exactly what this would do to a woman, and yet, he still chose to put me through it.

He claimed that he loved me, but he was single-handedly dragging me to my demise. Was I supposed to believe that he hadn't let me down?

All of a sudden, a sharp pain tore through my abdomen. I gasped for air and couldn't stop myself from screaming.

"Why is she bleeding so heavily?" one of the men shouted. "Is she pregnant by any chance?"