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A woman's high-pitched scream of pain resounded, tearing the silence of the surrounding space. The hot, red flame was blazing rapidly. It enveloped the body of the pitiful woman before her eyes, burning her flesh. The sizzling sound of the flesh when it is burned by the fire, and the burning smell when the meat is blackened make anyone who has ever seen and felt it will be extremely scared. It will form an obsession, which will never go away forever.

Miren scared her knees close to her chest, she sat still and shivered like a small cat. Drop by drop, the tears streamed down her white cheeks until they ran out of her eyes. Her small lips were bitten so tightly that they bled, it was trembling, squeezing, and not allowing any sound to appear. Miren's large purple eyes were widening as she observed the horrifying scene taking place before her very eyes.

The father sat on a black sofa with gray fur lining the bottom. He sat back slightly, his posture casual, but his cold gaze remained fixed on the woman being burned alive. His bushy brows were raised higher than usual, as were the corners of his lips. The gray smoke drifted through the air as the cigarette burned between two fingers.

Miren's body had traces of beatings everywhere. The skin that was already white was full of scars. Old wounds have not yet healed, new ones are appearing, overlapping each other, looking scary.

Miren turned to face her father with tears welling up in her eyes. The brave Miren crawled up to Lucas, bowed her head to the ground, and pleaded with him to let go of her mother. In the subconscious of a five-year-old child, how could the ferocious fire burning behind her swallow her mother's life?

"Um... Um... Uh...,"

Her hand trembled as she touched the tip of Lucas' shoe. Miren managed a weak and trembling plea in a sob and choked voice.

Lucas felt Miren's dirty hand on his shoe as he looked down at his feet. He was unconcerned about Miren's feelings and tossed her aside without a word. When Miren saw his venomous gaze and swift action, her heart sank.

But behind her, her poor and pitiful mother is now in a state of life and death. In her heart, she longed to speak out and plead with her father to give her mother a better life. However, Miren recalled the words of wisdom her mother had given her before the appearance of Lucas: "You must not speak or make any noise at all. Not even my father knows about my ability to communicate verbally. If you still want to leave this place, away from the miserable life of that bad man, then you have to listen to me."

Shivering as she accepted the pain, Miren's body slammed into the bed's footboard. Fishy blood began to smell in Miren's throat as she tried to swallow the thing, and she once again approached Lucas to beg.

The woman's screams had been silenced by the heat. Even though her lifeless body had fallen to the ground, the faint sound of her breathing served as a warning that she would soon be dead.

Despite this, Lucas had no sympathy for the woman. Things went on as normal, and he was still sitting in front of her with the smoke still coming from the cigarette in his hand.

“You bastard, you did this on purpose just to piss me off, right?”

Lucas pushed his hair back, glaring furiously at the charred body on the ground.

The corpse's agony and helplessness could be heard in the tiniest of groans. A poor woman who, even before her death, could not keep her shape. Her mind and body were tormented by the agony of being engulfed in such an intense flame.

Slowly, the woman's purple eyes opened, and her lips moved naturally to produce a sound.

"Yes, I've been anticipating my demise for quite some time. The good news is that I was able to get out in the end."

In an instant, she vomited a mouthful of blood, which splattered across the floor in an intense red hue.

Lucas gave a faint smile as he looked at the woman who was lying on the cold ground. While walking past a visibly shaken and in pain Miren, he made a beeline for where Kyra was lying, not pausing to look back at Miren. Lucas took a seat and then yanked Kyra's neck with his other hand.

At this point, Lucas's normally black eyes took on a monstrous red hue, making his face eerily frightening. When Kyra's gaze fell on him, he drew her in closer and stared at her as if he were going to kill her at any moment.

The pain had already engulfed Kyra's sensations before Lucas approached her. She remained composed as he glared at her. Suddenly, she felt a deep sense of peace and contentment that she hadn't felt in a long time. Kyra's scorched lips trembled a little before curving in an odd direction.

She mocked Lucas with a slight narrowing of her eyes.

"You miserable. How does it feel to destroy what you are trying to get with your own hands? Surely uncomfortable, right?”

Lucas clenched his teeth and rubbed his brow, revealing the deep blue veins in his brow. He glared at Kyra, who was using his last breath to mock him, with wide-open eyes. He couldn't believe he'd been duped so many times by this wimpy woman.

It took a lot of effort for Lucas to bring Kyra to this location. Also used a variety of heinous methods to compel Kyra to bear his children so that he could continue to possess the treasure in his hand. But then suddenly Kyra got mad, she hurt her own throat, destroying the beautiful voice that Kyra possesses. And Kyra's voice is what Lucas wants the most.

He had guarded her very carefully, but it was only because of a moment's negligence that Kyra successfully destroyed her voice. The hellfire Lucas used to burn Kyra to death was one he created out of rage. Because she dared to defy his orders, he wished to subject her to the most agonizing pain imaginable. Everything that happened to Kyra had been meticulously planned by her, even the terrifying death that Lucas inflicted on her.

Lucas' tall frame trembled with anger as he suddenly straightened up and hurled Kyra mercilessly against the large wall.

Hearing only a very loud noise, Kyra's black body fell to the ground, like a sandbag without feeling.

When Miren saw her father's treatment of her mother, she was horrified. Although the relationship between the two of them was never considered good, it was not to the point of killing each other. Why did things turn out like this?

Miren's tears streamed down her cheeks once more, wet her faded dress. The little girl was completely dumbfounded when she witnessed such a terrifying torture image.

Kyra's mouth was splattered with blood as Lucas kept kicking her. Lucas used the most extreme form of torture to torture Kyra, which was followed by the sound of broken bones. Kyra, on the other hand, did not beg for a word, and even at times, she laughed when she looked at Lucas.

The woman in front of Lucas suddenly made Lucas feel like he was about to be enraged and wanted to kill himself. Kyra wouldn't listen to using the horrible torture method now, because the pain he gave Kyra was already beyond her pain tolerance. Now it's just using another measure.

He smiled wryly, then turned around and walked over to where Miren was staring blankly at the two of them. Pulling her, picked her up like a filthy animal, and threw Miren into the wall.

Kyra's expression was studied by Lucas's sharp, emotionless eyes before he yelled at her.

“I know you have the ability to sing to heal others, so sing and heal yourself. If you die, do you think your daughter will be safe with her in my arms?”

Kyra lay motionless on the ground, eyes closed, completely ignoring what Lucas was saying to her. In the last moments of her life, Kyra wished that she could lie down and rest for a while, letting her heart let go of the long fatigue.

Miren touched her mother's rough, blackened skin with the tip of her tiny finger. She burst into tears as she felt the unusually high temperature, with a few groans forming in her throat. Kyra suddenly opened her eyes wide, looking seriously into Miren's eyes for a few seconds as if Kyra was silently reminding Miren of something.

But that moment only lasted for a few short seconds, Kyra once again closed her eyes, ignoring Lucas who was hastily standing next to him.

Lucas became enraged as he watched Kyra's coldness and indifference toward Miren.