Destroyed Us for Your Bastard? Say Hi to Your Cellmate, Ex! - Chapter 44: Chapter 44
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That day, Quinn was trimming the shrubs in the yard when Madelyn strolled over, arm in arm with Richard.
"Richard, the weather is so lovely today. Why don't we go to the archery range?" Her voice sweet and coaxing.
Richard looked down at her, his expression softening slightly: "Alright."
Madelyn's eyes darted toward Quinn: "Why don't we take my sister along? She must be so bored all alone at home."
Quinn looked up, her lips barely moving: "I don't want to go."
"Do you think you have the right to refuse? It's an honor that Madelyn invited you!" Richard frowned, cutting her off coldly. "Go change your clothes. We leave in five minutes."
Quinn lowered her eyes, silently setting down her shears. Of course, she had no choice in the matter.
The private archery range was located in the countryside, with the scorching sun overhead making even the air seem distorted with heat.
"Go collect the arrows," Richard ordered, casually tossing a bow to Madelyn.
Quinn pressed her cracked lips together and walked toward the distant targets. Madelyn's friends stood under a shaded pavilion, laughing harshly at her pitiful state.
"This is amusing—the Miss Morrison fetching arrows for us!"
"What Miss? She's just some hillbilly they brought back from the sticks!"
Quinn ignored them, silently pulling arrows from the targets, cradling them in her arms. Sweat soaked through her back, and the sun made her dizzy.
When she handed the arrows to Madelyn, the girl suddenly cried out in pain.
"Ouch!" Madelyn held up her finger, which showed a shallow red mark. "Sister, how could you point the arrowhead at me? Don't you even have that much etiquette?"
Richard's face instantly darkened. He grabbed Quinn's wrist with bruising force: "You did that on purpose?"
"I didn't..." Quinn's face paled with pain. "The quiver was too heavy, I couldn't hold it steady..."
"More excuses!" Richard flung her away and barked at the guards, "Tie her to the target! Let her learn properly!"
Quinn looked up in horror, backing away: "No, please... I beg you..."
The guards seized her without hesitation, binding her securely to a human-shaped target. The ropes cut into her flesh, the rough hemp chafing her wrists raw.
"Richard, isn't this too dangerous?" Madelyn asked worriedly, though her eyes gleamed with excitement.
"Don't worry, it's just a lesson," Richard said coldly. "She dared to hurt you—she deserves it."
Quinn shook her head desperately, her voice trembling: "I really didn't do it on purpose. It won't happen again, please let me go..."
But no one heeded her pleas.
The first arrow whistled through the air, grazing her ear before embedding in the target, taking a strand of hair with it.
The onlookers laughed as they watched her face pale with terror. More arrows followed, some grazing her arms and drawing blood, others tearing her clothes as they passed her waist.
Quinn bit her lip hard, trembling all over. Blood seeped from her wounds, staining her white blouse red.
"My turn!" Madelyn excitedly raised her bow, closing one eye to aim.
"Thwack!"
The sound of an arrow piercing flesh was accompanied by Quinn's agonized scream.
Richard's body lurched forward, his brow furrowing involuntarily.
"Richard!" Madelyn threw down the bow and rushed into his arms, panic-stricken. "I didn't mean to... I'm so sorry..."
Richard held her, gently patting her back: "It's fine. She won't die—it's just in her shoulder."
At his signal, a guard roughly untied the ropes. Quinn slumped to the ground like a broken doll. Before she could catch her breath, the guard gripped the arrow shaft and yanked it out.
Blood gushed from the wound, and Quinn's vision went black as she passed out completely.
Richard frowned slightly, keeping his arm around Madelyn as they left: "Treat her wound, then bring her back."
Quinn awoke to excruciating pain throughout her body.
The people surrounding her were carelessly splashing alcohol over her, which burned like a thousand needles stabbing into her wounds, making her body convulse.
Laughter erupted around her.
"What trash—she should be grateful Madelyn even let us use alcohol to disinfect her!"
"How are we getting her back? I don't want her in my car—I might catch poor-person disease."
"Don't worry, Madelyn's already arranged transportation perfect for someone of her status!"
When Quinn finally managed to stand, everyone had dispersed. She staggered to the entrance of the archery range, where she found only a rusty, decrepit bicycle.
It was past one in the morning when she finally made it back to the Morrison estate.
"So you decided to come back?" Mr. Morrison stood at the door, his face full of disgust. "Carousing in the middle of the night—have you no decency?"
Quinn opened her mouth but lacked even the strength to explain.
"You're not coming in tonight! Stay outside and think about what you've done!" Mrs. Morrison walked inside, and as she locked the door, a complex emotion flashed in her eyes. "Quinn, someday you'll thank us for this."
Thank them?
Curled up in the stables, she could no longer hold back her tears.
This utterly inhumane experiment, and they actually thought she should be grateful.
"Richard, the weather is so lovely today. Why don't we go to the archery range?" Her voice sweet and coaxing.
Richard looked down at her, his expression softening slightly: "Alright."
Madelyn's eyes darted toward Quinn: "Why don't we take my sister along? She must be so bored all alone at home."
Quinn looked up, her lips barely moving: "I don't want to go."
"Do you think you have the right to refuse? It's an honor that Madelyn invited you!" Richard frowned, cutting her off coldly. "Go change your clothes. We leave in five minutes."
Quinn lowered her eyes, silently setting down her shears. Of course, she had no choice in the matter.
The private archery range was located in the countryside, with the scorching sun overhead making even the air seem distorted with heat.
"Go collect the arrows," Richard ordered, casually tossing a bow to Madelyn.
Quinn pressed her cracked lips together and walked toward the distant targets. Madelyn's friends stood under a shaded pavilion, laughing harshly at her pitiful state.
"This is amusing—the Miss Morrison fetching arrows for us!"
"What Miss? She's just some hillbilly they brought back from the sticks!"
Quinn ignored them, silently pulling arrows from the targets, cradling them in her arms. Sweat soaked through her back, and the sun made her dizzy.
When she handed the arrows to Madelyn, the girl suddenly cried out in pain.
"Ouch!" Madelyn held up her finger, which showed a shallow red mark. "Sister, how could you point the arrowhead at me? Don't you even have that much etiquette?"
Richard's face instantly darkened. He grabbed Quinn's wrist with bruising force: "You did that on purpose?"
"I didn't..." Quinn's face paled with pain. "The quiver was too heavy, I couldn't hold it steady..."
"More excuses!" Richard flung her away and barked at the guards, "Tie her to the target! Let her learn properly!"
Quinn looked up in horror, backing away: "No, please... I beg you..."
The guards seized her without hesitation, binding her securely to a human-shaped target. The ropes cut into her flesh, the rough hemp chafing her wrists raw.
"Richard, isn't this too dangerous?" Madelyn asked worriedly, though her eyes gleamed with excitement.
"Don't worry, it's just a lesson," Richard said coldly. "She dared to hurt you—she deserves it."
Quinn shook her head desperately, her voice trembling: "I really didn't do it on purpose. It won't happen again, please let me go..."
But no one heeded her pleas.
The first arrow whistled through the air, grazing her ear before embedding in the target, taking a strand of hair with it.
The onlookers laughed as they watched her face pale with terror. More arrows followed, some grazing her arms and drawing blood, others tearing her clothes as they passed her waist.
Quinn bit her lip hard, trembling all over. Blood seeped from her wounds, staining her white blouse red.
"My turn!" Madelyn excitedly raised her bow, closing one eye to aim.
"Thwack!"
The sound of an arrow piercing flesh was accompanied by Quinn's agonized scream.
Richard's body lurched forward, his brow furrowing involuntarily.
"Richard!" Madelyn threw down the bow and rushed into his arms, panic-stricken. "I didn't mean to... I'm so sorry..."
Richard held her, gently patting her back: "It's fine. She won't die—it's just in her shoulder."
At his signal, a guard roughly untied the ropes. Quinn slumped to the ground like a broken doll. Before she could catch her breath, the guard gripped the arrow shaft and yanked it out.
Blood gushed from the wound, and Quinn's vision went black as she passed out completely.
Richard frowned slightly, keeping his arm around Madelyn as they left: "Treat her wound, then bring her back."
Quinn awoke to excruciating pain throughout her body.
The people surrounding her were carelessly splashing alcohol over her, which burned like a thousand needles stabbing into her wounds, making her body convulse.
Laughter erupted around her.
"What trash—she should be grateful Madelyn even let us use alcohol to disinfect her!"
"How are we getting her back? I don't want her in my car—I might catch poor-person disease."
"Don't worry, Madelyn's already arranged transportation perfect for someone of her status!"
When Quinn finally managed to stand, everyone had dispersed. She staggered to the entrance of the archery range, where she found only a rusty, decrepit bicycle.
It was past one in the morning when she finally made it back to the Morrison estate.
"So you decided to come back?" Mr. Morrison stood at the door, his face full of disgust. "Carousing in the middle of the night—have you no decency?"
Quinn opened her mouth but lacked even the strength to explain.
"You're not coming in tonight! Stay outside and think about what you've done!" Mrs. Morrison walked inside, and as she locked the door, a complex emotion flashed in her eyes. "Quinn, someday you'll thank us for this."
Thank them?
Curled up in the stables, she could no longer hold back her tears.
This utterly inhumane experiment, and they actually thought she should be grateful.
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