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But the old man's expression, which had been wavering just a moment ago, hardened. He looked at Grace with pitying eyes and asked.

"Do you love the devil's child more than your own life?"

He said that if I take Ellie and disappear, the other two and the remaining Grace will be dead, so why are you making me do that?

It's my child, not the devil's child.

I had to refrain from saying honest things that no one would understand.

"Children are innocent. Why should they be sacrificed for the sake of adults?"

"I understand how you feel, but I don't want to get involved with that guy in any way."

The old man stood up, leaning on the table. Grace asked him urgently as he was about to leave.

"Why on earth did Nancy come looking for me?"

What was the purpose of keeping us? I hoped that there was a complex purpose, not simple revenge. If revenge was the only intention, there was no room for negotiation.

The old man looked down at Grace with pitying eyes, then left, leaving behind only an unexpected promise.

"I will stop Nancy from harming you and the child."

Nancy only wants revenge on you and your child.

It was a roundabout answer. Grace despaired.

º º º

Uncle Bobby kept his promise. Nancy had been trying to do something stupid to Grace every chance she got in the past four days, but it was thanks to Uncle Bobby that she had not been harmed so far.

But on Sunday, when he was away to meet with Aunt Hattie, the thing he had been dreading finally happened.

When Grace heard the sound of two people coming down into the basement, she quickly put a mask on Ellie, made from a brown paper bag with only holes for the eyes and mouth.

The child thought it was a mask game, but in reality, he had covered his face because he was afraid that the men would see his face, which resembled the man, and would impulsively harm the child.

"Come out."

The door flew open and, as expected, a young man and Nancy rushed into the basement.

"Leave the child behind."

"Ellie, come play by yourself for a bit."

Grace sighed and kissed Ellie on the forehead. Ellie glanced at the two people standing at the door and nodded without hesitation.

"I'll be right back."

She followed the two on her own two feet so as not to startle the child. After she got out of Ellie's sight, she was dragged away because she couldn't fight the men with pistols and daggers with her bare hands.

They dragged Grace into the second floor bathroom and sat her down on a chair. Soon her limbs were tied up with rope.

From then on, torture began solely for the purpose of revenge.

"He said that when Uncle Bobby was setting up the bomb, there was a young blonde woman in the theater. He said that maybe she got caught. And she really did."

Nancy lifted Grace's blonde hair with the tip of her dagger and glared.

"It was you?"

"No, I wasn't there."

In fact, it was a lie that didn't need to be told. If an ant died on the other side of the world, Nancy would blame it on Grace. She didn't want to hear Grace's explanation or excuse.

"You chased me around like a dog, trying to protect Winston, and now you're not in the same group? Don't make me laugh."

"Ugh... ."

Nancy, who had been beating Grace mercilessly with her eyes rolled back, grabbed her hair painfully and bared her teeth like a mad dog as she bit her.

"How about selling my brother's life to live a life of luxury and comfort? Is it worth it?"

Grace didn't say anything. Conversation is something you have with someone you can understand.

"Whew, I guess that won't work."

Nancy picked up the nippers that were lying on the sink, as if her anger was not appeased no matter how much she hit them. The blades were shiny and new.

"In the devil's way."

No, it's the rebels' way. It was the rebels who tortured the man's father by pulling out his fingernails, and made the man, blinded by his desire for revenge, do the same.

"Feel the pain my brother felt."

Grab it, Walter. At Nancy's command, the man who had been standing by the window and watching strode over to her, forcibly stretching out Grace's left hand and pinning it against the armrest so she could not move.

As soon as I clenched my teeth, the tip of the nipper bit my left little fingernail. Immediately, a pain that made me want to faint came over me.

"Ugh... ."

My eyes are getting dizzy. My breath is ragged.

It was a moment that seemed like an eternity to Grace.

"Haa, haa... ."

Only when the nippers fell off did Grace let out the breath she had been holding. Tears flowed uncontrollably from her open mouth.

Her chapped lips stung from the salty tears, but it was nothing compared to the unspeakable pain that spread like ripples from her fingers. Her body, shocked by the extreme pain, trembled uncontrollably like an aspen tree.

Knock. Knock.

Blood dripped from the tip of her little finger and soaked her stocking. Grace relied on the sharp smell of blood to pull herself together.

I won't die. I can endure this much. I can endure it.

"What a bitch."

Nancy glared at Grace with resentment and slapped her across the face.

"How could you not make a sound?"

Because Ellie can't hear it.

I knew that the longer I endured it, the more brutal the torture would become. But I couldn't let Ellie hear the sounds that would become a nightmare for the rest of her life.

Grace clenched her teeth harder as she remembered how frightening the torture sounds had been on her last night in Abington Beach.

"I have to show that devil this."

Nancy picked up the fingernails that had fallen on the floor and smiled.

"Should I send this in front of him?"

Yeah, do that. Please let that guy know we're holding you captive.

Nancy knew that she couldn't do that. As expected, instead of sending the nail, she threw it back at Grace's feet. However, Grace, who was observing Nancy's expression, felt relieved rather than frustrated.

That guy, nothing's wrong.

If he had made an extreme choice, they would have already become impatient and made a fuss or reacted in some way. But there was no sign of that at all.

But the relief didn't last long.

"Did I tell you? When I found you and that guy shot, I planned to kill your daughter first. In front of both of you."

Nancy laughed as she pretended to cut her own throat with the bloody nippers.

"Then he planned to kill you. Winston, the devil watched his daughter and his mistress die before his eyes. Helplessly. With his own two eyes."

Now it was impossible to tell who was the devil. Grace's body shook like an aspen tree again, terrified that he would try to kill Ellie in front of her.

Nancy cursed the man and lifted her sweater to show him where she had been shot. Grace stared at the scar and thought to herself.

I should have died. I should have killed her. I will kill her. Before that demon kills my daughter.

"Walter, do you know how this bitch summoned that demon?"

Nancy suddenly grabbed Grace's hair and spoke to the young man.

"I used my legs to stroke it."

A dirty whore who survived by selling her body to the enemy. Nancy's contemptuous eyes looking down at her said so.

"He was a guy with a reputation for being immortal, and he set it up. If that merciless devil would spare his enemies and even make them his government, how lethal must his leg technique be?"

Nancy nodded to the man, her intentions obvious. The man leaning against the window looked Grace up and down with even more obvious interest than before.

"Shall we rest until dinner time? I'll make dinner tonight, so you can rest in the meantime."

So Nancy gave the man a hint to rape Grace and left.

I was left alone with the man holding the military dagger.

The man stared blankly at Grace, then clicked his tongue and made a noise.

"Don't hit the face."

The expectation that he would tie her up and rape her was wrong. The man untied the rope and took Grace to his bedroom on the same floor.

"You said Grace? I'm Walter."

The man sat her down on the bed, introduced himself, and then started talking about something she hadn't even been asked about.

"Do you like soldiers by any chance? I used to be a soldier too...."

Nancy's words were a salvation to him, who had suffered physical and mental abuse from his superiors in the military, was discharged early, and was working odd jobs. It was a typical tactic of the Blanchard rebels, who targeted loners who were marginalized by society.

Nancy's words were a salvation to him, who had suffered physical and mental abuse from his superiors in the military, was discharged early, and was working odd jobs. It was a typical tactic of the Blanchard rebels, who targeted loners who were marginalized by society.

"So, violent things aren't my style."

The bastard smiled awkwardly as he explained why he brought her to the bed instead of attacking her in the bathroom.

"But it turns out that a woman holding a baby and shaking in fear is exactly my type. Do you think she'll understand if I tell her that she has a protective instinct?"

He said he felt protective of Grace, even helping Nancy torture her instead of stopping her.

It's just an impulse to crush the weak and taste the feeling of conquest.

A man of small stature and somewhat timid appearance must have lived his entire life as a weakling in society. I saw in Grace an opportunity to overturn the structure of power and weakness that I had never won against.

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But the old man's expression, which had been wavering just a moment ago, hardened. He looked at Grace with pitying eyes and asked.

"Do you love the devil's child more than your own life?"

He said that if I take Ellie and disappear, the other two and the remaining Grace will be dead, so why are you making me do that?

It's my child, not the devil's child.

I had to refrain from saying honest things that no one would understand.

"Children are innocent. Why should they be sacrificed for the sake of adults?"

"I understand how you feel, but I don't want to get involved with that guy in any way."

The old man stood up, leaning on the table. Grace asked him urgently as he was about to leave.

"Why on earth did Nancy come looking for me?"

What was the purpose of keeping us? I hoped that there was a complex purpose, not simple revenge. If revenge was the only intention, there was no room for negotiation.

The old man looked down at Grace with pitying eyes, then left, leaving behind only an unexpected promise.

"I will stop Nancy from harming you and the child."

Nancy only wants revenge on you and your child.

It was a roundabout answer. Grace despaired.

º º º

Uncle Bobby kept his promise. Nancy had been trying to do something stupid to Grace every chance she got in the past four days, but it was thanks to Uncle Bobby that she had not been harmed so far.

But on Sunday, when he was away to meet with Aunt Hattie, the thing he had been dreading finally happened.

When Grace heard the sound of two people coming down into the basement, she quickly put a mask on Ellie, made from a brown paper bag with only holes for the eyes and mouth.

The child thought it was a mask game, but in reality, he had covered his face because he was afraid that the men would see his face, which resembled the man, and would impulsively harm the child.

"Come out."

The door flew open and, as expected, a young man and Nancy rushed into the basement.

"Leave the child behind."

"Ellie, come play by yourself for a bit."

Grace sighed and kissed Ellie on the forehead. Ellie glanced at the two people standing at the door and nodded without hesitation.

"I'll be right back."

She followed the two on her own two feet so as not to startle the child. After she got out of Ellie's sight, she was dragged away because she couldn't fight the men with pistols and daggers with her bare hands.

They dragged Grace into the second floor bathroom and sat her down on a chair. Soon her limbs were tied up with rope.

From then on, torture began solely for the purpose of revenge.

"He said that when Uncle Bobby was setting up the bomb, there was a young blonde woman in the theater. He said that maybe she got caught. And she really did."

Nancy lifted Grace's blonde hair with the tip of her dagger and glared.

"It was you?"

"No, I wasn't there."

In fact, it was a lie that didn't need to be told. If an ant died on the other side of the world, Nancy would blame it on Grace. She didn't want to hear Grace's explanation or excuse.

"You chased me around like a dog, trying to protect Winston, and now you're not in the same group? Don't make me laugh."

"Ugh... ."

Nancy, who had been beating Grace mercilessly with her eyes rolled back, grabbed her hair painfully and bared her teeth like a mad dog as she bit her.

"How about selling my brother's life to live a life of luxury and comfort? Is it worth it?"

Grace didn't say anything. Conversation is something you have with someone you can understand.

"Whew, I guess that won't work."

Nancy picked up the nippers that were lying on the sink, as if her anger was not appeased no matter how much she hit them. The blades were shiny and new.

"In the devil's way."

No, it's the rebels' way. It was the rebels who tortured the man's father by pulling out his fingernails, and made the man, blinded by his desire for revenge, do the same.

"Feel the pain my brother felt."

Grab it, Walter. At Nancy's command, the man who had been standing by the window and watching strode over to her, forcibly stretching out Grace's left hand and pinning it against the armrest so she could not move.

As soon as I clenched my teeth, the tip of the nipper bit my left little fingernail. Immediately, a pain that made me want to faint came over me.

"Ugh... ."

My eyes are getting dizzy. My breath is ragged.

It was a moment that seemed like an eternity to Grace.

"Haa, haa... ."

Only when the nippers fell off did Grace let out the breath she had been holding. Tears flowed uncontrollably from her open mouth.

Her chapped lips stung from the salty tears, but it was nothing compared to the unspeakable pain that spread like ripples from her fingers. Her body, shocked by the extreme pain, trembled uncontrollably like an aspen tree.

Knock. Knock.

Blood dripped from the tip of her little finger and soaked her stocking. Grace relied on the sharp smell of blood to pull herself together.

I won't die. I can endure this much. I can endure it.

"What a bitch."

Nancy glared at Grace with resentment and slapped her across the face.

"How could you not make a sound?"

Because Ellie can't hear it.

I knew that the longer I endured it, the more brutal the torture would become. But I couldn't let Ellie hear the sounds that would become a nightmare for the rest of her life.

Grace clenched her teeth harder as she remembered how frightening the torture sounds had been on her last night in Abington Beach.

"I have to show that devil this."

Nancy picked up the fingernails that had fallen on the floor and smiled.

"Should I send this in front of him?"

Yeah, do that. Please let that guy know we're holding you captive.

Nancy knew that she couldn't do that. As expected, instead of sending the nail, she threw it back at Grace's feet. However, Grace, who was observing Nancy's expression, felt relieved rather than frustrated.

That guy, nothing's wrong.

If he had made an extreme choice, they would have already become impatient and made a fuss or reacted in some way. But there was no sign of that at all.

But the relief didn't last long.

"Did I tell you? When I found you and that guy shot, I planned to kill your daughter first. In front of both of you."

Nancy laughed as she pretended to cut her own throat with the bloody nippers.

"Then he planned to kill you. Winston, the devil watched his daughter and his mistress die before his eyes. Helplessly. With his own two eyes."

Now it was impossible to tell who was the devil. Grace's body shook like an aspen tree again, terrified that he would try to kill Ellie in front of her.

Nancy cursed the man and lifted her sweater to show him where she had been shot. Grace stared at the scar and thought to herself.

I should have died. I should have killed her. I will kill her. Before that demon kills my daughter.

"Walter, do you know how this bitch summoned that demon?"

Nancy suddenly grabbed Grace's hair and spoke to the young man.

"I used my legs to stroke it."

A dirty whore who survived by selling her body to the enemy. Nancy's contemptuous eyes looking down at her said so.

"He was a guy with a reputation for being immortal, and he set it up. If that merciless devil would spare his enemies and even make them his government, how lethal must his leg technique be?"

Nancy nodded to the man, her intentions obvious. The man leaning against the window looked Grace up and down with even more obvious interest than before.

"Shall we rest until dinner time? I'll make dinner tonight, so you can rest in the meantime."

So Nancy gave the man a hint to rape Grace and left.

I was left alone with the man holding the military dagger.

The man stared blankly at Grace, then clicked his tongue and made a noise.

"Don't hit the face."

The expectation that he would tie her up and rape her was wrong. The man untied the rope and took Grace to his bedroom on the same floor.

"You said Grace? I'm Walter."

The man sat her down on the bed, introduced himself, and then started talking about something she hadn't even been asked about.

"Do you like soldiers by any chance? I used to be a soldier too...."

Nancy's words were a salvation to him, who had suffered physical and mental abuse from his superiors in the military, was discharged early, and was working odd jobs. It was a typical tactic of the Blanchard rebels, who targeted loners who were marginalized by society.

Nancy's words were a salvation to him, who had suffered physical and mental abuse from his superiors in the military, was discharged early, and was working odd jobs. It was a typical tactic of the Blanchard rebels, who targeted loners who were marginalized by society.

"So, violent things aren't my style."

The bastard smiled awkwardly as he explained why he brought her to the bed instead of attacking her in the bathroom.

"But it turns out that a woman holding a baby and shaking in fear is exactly my type. Do you think she'll understand if I tell her that she has a protective instinct?"

He said he felt protective of Grace, even helping Nancy torture her instead of stopping her.

It's just an impulse to crush the weak and taste the feeling of conquest.

A man of small stature and somewhat timid appearance must have lived his entire life as a weakling in society. I saw in Grace an opportunity to overturn the structure of power and weakness that I had never won against.

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Distributed by Ajit Novel (formerly Ajitoon Novel).

Enjoy convenient real-time viewing on the web

http://novelagit.xyz

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