StartNovelChapter 852: Around four in the morning, a drugged Etta woke from her haze. She looked around, panic setting in.
Her head felt like it was going to burst as memories of Harlee's torture resurfaced.
She grabbed her head, as though she were losing her mind.
As Etta lifted her hand, she noticed her pinky was gone.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIn a panic, she ripped off the bandage, exposing the raw, gruescut beneath.
She lost all composure.
"Where's my hand... Where's my hand..." Her pinky, which Harlee had broken and severed the tendon, was now completely gone.
Etta refused to believe it.
How could Harlee have the audacity to amputate her finger? Wasn't Harlee worried about legal consequences? Wait. Where was this place? Why was she here? Upon realizing her predicament, Etta rushed to the door, yanking and pulling with all her strength, but it remained firmly shut.
She banged on it and yelled nonstop, "Letout! Letout! Harlee, I know I was wrong. Please, just letout, okay? I'll do anything. Just letgo..." Outside, a profound silence persisted.
Etta couldn't cto terms with being truly confined. She went pale and slumped to the floor, still hammering on the sturdy door.
The guards outside calmly documented everything about Etta's breakdown without uttering a word.
Spotting someone through the window, Etta quickly got up, her leg smashing into the iron wall in her rush. Ignoring the throbbing pain, she clung to the iron-barred window, pleading with the individuals outside, “Please, I need to see Harlee. I admit I was wrong. I really do. I'll tell her anything she wants to know. Just please, spare my life." Etta's words were met with nothing but insults from the two guards outside.
Did Etta seriously believe that a simple apology could rectify the chaos she had caused? Yet, her willingness to confess everything was exactly what Tonya had hoped for.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe two guards exchanged a glance, and one of them responded with clear disgust, "Even if you don't tell us everything, we have ways to make you talk. This isn't a bargaining chip for negotiation." Etta was taken aback by the guard's statement. She had indeed hoped to use her knowledge as leverage. If only Harlee would spare her, she was ready to disclose everything about Hale, even details unknown to Lindsay. Tightening her fists, Etta attempted to negotiate once more.
"Look, what I give up willingly is much more reliable than what you'd force from me.
Don't you agree? Besides, it's just about delivering a message. You've got nothing to lose, right? I'm asking for nothing. Just spare my life, and I'll spill everything."
The guards merely shook their heads. at Etta's plea, smirking at her naivety.
No one had ever left thisinterrogation room without revealing everything they knew. To think she could negotiate? What a delusion. The guards dismissed Etta and returned to their duties. No matter how vigorously Etta pounded on the door, they paid no attention.
The following day, Tonya instructed for Etta to be brought to a special room. She casually tied back her long hair, revealing her delicate face.
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