Love Unbreakable

Raegan ceased her struggle, meeting Mitchel’s gaze with teary eyes.

"So, what is it you want?" Mitchel evaded a direct response.

"I'll tell you after Nicole's release.” “Is it something 1 can't afford?” Raegan questioned, apprehensive.

With a hint of sarcasm, Mitchel replied, “You were ready to offer yourself to me.

What else can't you afford?" Raegan was rendered speechless, finding Mitchel increasingly infuriating.

Yet, given the choice between the unpredictable Henley and Mitchel, she leaned toward trusting Mitchel.

“When will Nicole be released?" she asked.

“Tomorrow morning,” Mitchel stated.

“Can't it be sooner?” Raegan’s anxiety was evident.

She didn't want Nicole to stay in the detention center any longer.

Mitchel retorted dryly, "What do you expect? A midnight jailbreak" Raegan, momentarily speechless, realized the impracticality of her request.

Relieved that Mitchel could assist Nicole, she felt a burden lift.

Mitchel motioned for Raegan to sit on the bed.

"Stay here tonight." “Tonight?" Raegan wrapped her coat tightly, wary.

“How many conditions do you have? I only agreed to one." Seeing her guarded stance, Mitchel's expression darkened, frustrated.

He taunted, "Where else would you like to go at this time?” “I'm not going to have sex with you.

I'm not that horny,” Mitchel added, his tone biting.

Raegan chose not to argue, weighed down by the uncertainty of his demand.

She hoped to resolve this ordeal as swiftUly as possible, adhering to only one condition.

Meanwhile, in the detention center, Nicole faced her ordeal, restrained by two women in prison uniforms as an unknown substance was injected into her.

Panic engulfed Nicole's face.

“Ah...

Ah..." Nicole was terrified to discover that her voice had failed her, leaving her only able to emit hoarse, inarticulate screams.

She had lost her voice! The short-haired woman observed Nicole's terror and sneered, “Lost your voice, huh?” Nicole nodded, fear evident in her eyes.

The short-haired woman brandished the syringe.

“This drug temporarily robs you of speech." Pale-faced, Nicole glared at them, her eyes filled with questions.

The two women laughed ominously.

"You'll find out soon.” Despite the difficulty of smuggling items in, these two women produced several toothpicks.

One remarked, “We're just paid to do this.

Our job is to torture you before finishing you off.

Blame the man you've offended.

You hurt someone dear to him.” The other woman added somberly, "Women should never trust men.

When they're in love, you're everything.

When love fades, they'll crush you without a second thought." As they conversed, their actions were coordinated and deliberate.

One held Nicole's hand while the other took the disguised toothpick, a hidden silver needle within.

She pushed the needle under Nicole's nails, causing sharp, intense pain.

Nicole's agonized screams echoed in the night, a chilling sound of sheer torment.

“Uh! Ahhh!" ‘The pain was excruciating, akin to being slowly sliced.

It was a fate worse than death.

Nicole unleashed intense howls as though someone was methodically slicing through her flesh, piece by agonizing piece, with a knife.

The excruciating pain pushed her into a state even more unbearable than death.

The short-haired woman brandished the syringe.

"This drug temporarily robs you of speech." Pale-faced, Nicole glared at them, her eyes filled with questions.

The two women laughed ominously.

"You'll find out soon.” Despite the difficulty of smuggling items in, these two women produced several toothpicks.

One remarked, “We're just paid to do this.

Our job is to torture you before finishing you off.

Blame the man you've offended.

You hurt someone dear to him.” The other woman added somberly, "Women should never trust men.

When they're in love, you're everything.

When love fades, they'll crush you without a second thought." As they conversed, their actions were coordinated and deliberate.

One held Nicole's hand while the other took the disguised toothpick, a hidden silver needle within.

She pushed the needle under Nicole's nails, causing sharp, intense pain.

Nicole's agonized screams echoed in the night, a chilling sound of sheer torment.

“Uh! Ahhh!" ‘The pain was excruciating, akin to being slowly sliced.

It was a fate worse than death.

Nicole unleashed intense howls as though someone was methodically slicing through her flesh, piece by agonizing piece, with a knife.

The excruciating pain pushed her into a state even more unbearable than death.Her face and body were drenched in cold sweat from the unbearable pain, each drop hitting the floor.

Her body convulsed beyond her control, and even her toes quivered.

Nicole's vision blurred, white flashes dotting her sight, while the two women's voices distorted.

“Is she going to die?” “Doesn't matter.

She's as good as dead.

Just cut off her fingers and finish this.” Nicole's hand was forcibly spread and pressed against the floor.

A blade gleamed in the short-haired woman's hand as she savagely slashed at Nicole's fingers.

The blade sliced deep, hitting bone, and blood spewed forth.

Nicole's gaze fixated on the blood, the physical pain paling in comparison to the anguish in her heart.

It was an excruciating, soul-deep agony.

Nicole hadn't imagined Jarrod capable of such cruelty, prolonging her suffering instead of granting a swift end.

This was the price Jarrod had spoken of, a cruel, unforgettable retribution.

He was a cruel man! In Nicole's bloodshot eyes, tears of hatred formed.

Even in her impending doom, she cursed Jarrod with every fiber of her being.

The short-haired woman's first attempt to sever Nicole's fingers was botched, lacking precision.

She readied for another strike.

Suddenly, Nicole, driven by desperation, bit down fiercely on the short-haired woman's arm.

“Ah!” the short-haired woman screamed, only to be muffled by the other woman.

“Quiet! Do you want us caught?” The short-haired woman, in agony, stammered, “My arm! Get her off!" The other woman struggled to pry Nicole away.

Failing, she resorted to striking Nicole on the back of her head with force.

Struck forcefully, Nicole's grip loosened.

The short-haired woman's arm was gruesomely torn, with flesh ripped away from Nicole's bite, bleeding profusely.

In a rage, she slapped Nicole.

“Bitch! How dare you bite me!" The blow sent Nicole crashing against the wail, pain radiating through her body.

She began to experience stomach cramps, her body wracked with spasms.

The short-haired woman, still seething, raised her hand to strike Nicole again.

But she halted while seeing Nicole wield the blade she had snatched.

Nicole's eyes blazed with a fierce determination, warning them off.

The short-haired woman hesitated, her pain holding her back. Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

The other woman cautioned, “Take your time.

She won't last much longer.

We'll see who outlasts whom." Clutching the blade, Nicole kept her eyes on these two women, refusing to give in.

She had to see her parents one last time.

The night stretched on, filled with agony.

As dawn approached, Nicole's pain intensified, every part of her body screaming.

Her strength waning, she felt a warm liquid trickle down her legs, pooling on the floor.

The woman opposite noticed and gasped.

"Why is she bleeding heavily? Did she have a miscarriage?" At that moment, the heavy iron door was opened.

A voice remarked, “You're free to go now, 4129.

4129...

Get an ambulance, now!”