Unable to break free, Lise felt the cold, unsettling crawl of the leeches writhing across her legs. Their slimy movements sent shivers through her body. Terror gripped her chest like a vice.
Moments later, the leeches instinctively sought out her open wounds, latching onto the flesh and burrowing deeper. A sudden wave of sharp, excruciating pain coursed through her body.
Lise let out a bloodcurdling scream.
“Ah! I’m wrong! I was wrong! Please, let me go!”
With her body restrained, she couldn’t see the horrifying creatures feasting on her wounds, but her imagination filled in the gruesome details, amplifying her fear. The more her mind raced, the greater her terror grew.
Her violent thrashing caused the ropes to dig into her wrists and ankles, leaving raw, bloody marks. But she didn’t care about the pain—her entire focus was on the nightmare unfolding within her body.
The man handling the leeches hesitated, his hand trembling as he placed another onto her leg. These weren’t ordinary leeches—they were brought from the Amazon rainforest, their blood-sucking capability far more aggressive than any Lise had ever seen.
Neil stood abruptly, brushed past the trembling man, and said, “You’re too slow. Let me do it.”
He grabbed Lise’s pants and yanked them off in one swift motion, exposing her legs completely. Without hesitation, he poured the leeches all over her legs.
Lise screamed louder than ever, her voice a mixture of terror and pure rage.
“Neil, you will not die a good death! I swear, even if I die, I’ll come back to haunt you!”
Neil didn’t flinch. He remained cold and detached as he picked up a knife. Without a word, he slashed at her thigh.
“Ah!” she screamed, her voice hoarse and desperate. A bone-chilling scream tore from Lise’s throat as fresh blood gushed freely. The leeches reacted instantly, swarming toward the source of the blood. Neil watched her struggle with icy detachment, his voice a low, unfeeling growl.
“This is what you deserve for betraying me.”
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The pain in Lise’s legs was unbearable. It was as if the leeches were sucking the very life out of her. Her hatred burned brighter than ever as she glared at Neil through tear-filled eyes, her pale face twisted in fury. Her voice trembled, but her words were sharp as daggers.
“Neil, do you regret it now? Do you regret everything?”
Neil paused briefly, but said nothing. Deep inside, he felt the weight of regret. Trusting Lise’s one-sided story and turning against Katelyn had been a mistake he could never undo.
Lise let out a sharp, maniacal laugh.
“Neil, your conscience will never be at peace for the rest of your life.”
Though she feared death, seeing Neil like this gave her a twisted sense of satisfaction.
Neil turned toward her, his hand clenched so tightly at his side that his knuckles cracked. His voice was cold and emotionless.
“It seems you haven’t felt enough pain yet. Deepen her pain.” The man in black responded immediately, “Yes, sir!”
He took out a small black bottle, no larger than a thumb, from his pocket. As he unscrewed the cap, an unusual fragrance wafted through the air—sharp and unsettling.
Lise’s panic surged as she felt the leeches on her body squirm with renewed vigor. Her eyes widened in terror as she screamed, “What is this?! What are you doing?!”
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