JoyReadChapter 170 Fainting with Fear The man, unable to endure the pain, had already fainted.
John observed the scene unfolding before him, terror-stricken to the point of wetting himself, his remaining good eye widened with horror. Lela, holding a kitchen knife, addressed the three of them, "Speak up, who threw the first punch? One by one, you'll get what's coming to you." Another man, body quaking, pointed at John, "It was him, it was him who started this. Victor lost a bet and couldn't pay up, so he offered up his woman to him." "Looks like you played a part too, you bastard, daring to treat Flora like that. Not one of you is getting away." Lela stood up and strode over to John, "Did you rape Flora?" John, trembling and with tears smearing his face, pleaded, "I was wrong, I beg you! Don't kill me; it was all Victor. He's the one who handed Flora over to me." "Now you start passing the blame. How amusing!" Lela lifted her foot, her shoe's tip hooking his chin, her face adorned with an ingenuous smile, "Tell the truth, don't worry, you're not dying just yet." She planned to torture them slowly.
Death was too easy; a painful end was the ultimate fate they deserved.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHaving said that, Lela's gaze turned icy, and with a swift kick, she sent John tumbling in an airborne flip to crash onto the hotel's floor. The impact jolted his wounds, forcing a grimace of agony from him.. He hadn't expected such strength from a young woman.
But before he could react, Lela walked over and slammed the kitchen knife towards his groin with a vengeance.
"Screw you, I won't let you off!" he screamed.
His manhood was severed.
Lela, standing atop his face, twisted the knife in her hand, as bright red blood flowed from his lower body, staining the hotel's white floor tiles a deep crimson.
Lela declared coldly, "You'll never be a man again for as long as you live." John passed out from the pain.
Upon witnessing the bloody scene, another man went pale, his legs gave out, and he shakily crawled toward the exit.
Lela got up, yanked the knife from the floor, and hurled it at the man's head. The knife split his skull, cerebral fluid mixing with the blood, and a foul stench filled the air.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAt that moment, Lela was seeing red, looking at the blood splattered throughout the hotel. She tipped her head back, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly.
She had recently received a DNA confirmation from Violet, discovering there were still family members in this world for her. She hadn't even begun to extend her kindness to Flora.
Yet these scum, living in the darkness of their filth, had raped Flora.
How dare they treat the only family she had in this world this way? Having done the deed, she braced for judgment.
"He's passed out, huh? No fun when they're out cold."
Lela's face was expressionless as she dragged the feet of two men with her right hand and, with her left, the leg of another, heading towards the bathroom. Trails of fresh blood marked their path, reaching all the way to the door. The hotel felt like purgatory.
When Sylvester arrived with Mildred and Ethan, they were all shocked at the sight. The living room of the hotel was speckled with bloodstains - el everywhere - by the entrance, on the couch, and even across the ceiling and drapes.
The overwhelming smell of blood, mixed with the ammonia reek of urine, was enough to make onem nauseous. The faint-hearted might even faint from the horrifying scene. Although they were accustomed to gruessights, this harrowing spectacle still managed to shock them. A bodyguard said Lela was there in the midst of the carnage. Catching his breath, Sylvester hurried toward the direction of the bloodstains.
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