Destroyed Us for Your Bastard? Say Hi to Your Cellmate, Ex! - Chapter 46: Chapter 46
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Quinn stayed hidden in the forest for a full day and night.
When she finally confirmed her foster parents weren't pursuing her, understanding dawned on her, pulling a bitter smile to her lips.
This was probably just another part of the experiment. Testing how she'd respond in desperate circumstances? Seeing if she'd beg her so-called "family" for help? Or perhaps evaluating whether she could escape on her own?
She couldn't tell anymore.
Quinn dragged her battered body slowly back toward the Morrison estate. School would be starting soon, and all her visa documents were ready.
Now, she just needed to collect the wages she'd earned these past weeks, and she could finally escape this hell.
The mansion gates were tightly shut. She rang the bell three times before Madelyn eventually sauntered out.
"Well, if it isn't my dear sister?" Madelyn leaned against the doorframe, her saccharine voice dripping with mockery. "Coming back like this—don't tell me you thought some cripple would..."
Quinn pressed her cracked lips together, ignoring her taunts: "I came for my wages."
"Wages?" Madelyn widened her eyes dramatically before bursting into laughter. She pulled a stack of bills from her purse, waving them in Quinn's face. "Of course, trash like you only thinks about such vulgar things."
"You want this?"
Before Quinn could reach for it, Madelyn suddenly flung the money at her face. Bills scattered everywhere, instantly covering the ground.
"Pick it up." Madelyn stepped on a hundred-dollar bill. "On your knees, like a dog. You sleep in a stables anyway—there's not much difference between you and a animal, is there?"
Quinn closed her eyes briefly, then slowly knelt down. She mechanically picked up the bills one by one, remaining silent even when Madelyn's high heel pressed down on her fingers.
"How boring." Madelyn pouted, turning to leave.
But just as she was closing the door, several masked figures suddenly burst from the shrubbery!
Madelyn didn't even have time to scream before a chloroform-soaked cloth covered her mouth and nose.
Quinn had just finished collecting all the money when a sharp pain struck the back of her neck, and darkness claimed her consciousness.
When she awoke, harsh lights blinded her. Quinn blinked painfully, discovering she was hanging from the rafters of an abandoned warehouse, rough hemp ropes cutting into her wrists.
Beside her, similarly suspended, Madelyn was already awake and sobbing hysterically.
"Awake now?" A kidnapper approached, lifting Quinn's chin with the tip of his knife, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "So you're the Morrison heiress? Listen to the choice your parents are about to make."
The kidnapper dialed a number and put it on speaker.
"Listen carefully. You have two daughters, but we only want one ransom," the kidnapper sneered. "Fifty million, but it only buys one life. You choose..."
"Save me! Mom, Dad, please save me... I'm so scared, Mom..." Madelyn interrupted with shrill cries before the kidnapper could finish.
There was a few seconds of silence on the other end.
"We choose Madelyn." Mr. Morrison's voice was completely steady.
"And what about Quinn?" the kidnapper deliberately asked.
"Do what you want with her." This time it was Richard's voice.
The kidnapper turned to the girls with a hearty laugh, setting the phone aside: "Your family plays favorites, it seems. They've made their choice."
Terror filled Madelyn's eyes, her voice growing even more shrill: "Please let me go! I can get my parents to pay more..."
"If you have a grudge against the Morrisons, you can take it out on her! She's their real daughter! You can do whatever you want to her!"
The kidnapper raised an eyebrow, then actually took a whip from the wall and walked toward Quinn.
"No..." Quinn's breathing trembled. "I know this is a test..."
Before she could finish, the whip cracked through the air, striking her back with brutal force. Her thin clothes tore instantly, splitting skin and flesh.
Quinn swallowed the rest of her words, her body convulsing with pain, with nowhere to escape.
The whip struck her again and again, blood trickling down her body. As her consciousness began to fade, she heard the warehouse door being forced open.
"Richard!" Madelyn's tearful cry was piercing. "Save me! I'm so scared!"
Quinn barely managed to lift her head. Through blood-blurred vision, she saw Richard charge in with a team of men. His gaze swept over her without even pausing before rushing straight to Madelyn.
The kidnappers took the money and promptly released Madelyn, pushing her toward him. Richard carefully lifted her into his arms and turned to leave.
"Wait..." Quinn's weak voice called from behind. "Please... help me..."
Richard faltered for a moment but said nothing, leaving without looking back.
The warehouse door slammed shut.
The lead kidnapper looked at the forgotten Quinn, suddenly grinning: "Seems like you're truly unwanted."
He raised his knife and slowly cut the rope suspending her.
As she crashed heavily to the floor, Quinn felt her ribs shatter inside her. She coughed up blood, and in the last moment before darkness claimed her, she vaguely saw the kidnapper speaking into a phone.
"Don't worry, Mr. Morrison, we followed the script perfectly. Miss Quinn suffered quite a bit—she'll certainly be compliant now."
When she finally confirmed her foster parents weren't pursuing her, understanding dawned on her, pulling a bitter smile to her lips.
This was probably just another part of the experiment. Testing how she'd respond in desperate circumstances? Seeing if she'd beg her so-called "family" for help? Or perhaps evaluating whether she could escape on her own?
She couldn't tell anymore.
Quinn dragged her battered body slowly back toward the Morrison estate. School would be starting soon, and all her visa documents were ready.
Now, she just needed to collect the wages she'd earned these past weeks, and she could finally escape this hell.
The mansion gates were tightly shut. She rang the bell three times before Madelyn eventually sauntered out.
"Well, if it isn't my dear sister?" Madelyn leaned against the doorframe, her saccharine voice dripping with mockery. "Coming back like this—don't tell me you thought some cripple would..."
Quinn pressed her cracked lips together, ignoring her taunts: "I came for my wages."
"Wages?" Madelyn widened her eyes dramatically before bursting into laughter. She pulled a stack of bills from her purse, waving them in Quinn's face. "Of course, trash like you only thinks about such vulgar things."
"You want this?"
Before Quinn could reach for it, Madelyn suddenly flung the money at her face. Bills scattered everywhere, instantly covering the ground.
"Pick it up." Madelyn stepped on a hundred-dollar bill. "On your knees, like a dog. You sleep in a stables anyway—there's not much difference between you and a animal, is there?"
Quinn closed her eyes briefly, then slowly knelt down. She mechanically picked up the bills one by one, remaining silent even when Madelyn's high heel pressed down on her fingers.
"How boring." Madelyn pouted, turning to leave.
But just as she was closing the door, several masked figures suddenly burst from the shrubbery!
Madelyn didn't even have time to scream before a chloroform-soaked cloth covered her mouth and nose.
Quinn had just finished collecting all the money when a sharp pain struck the back of her neck, and darkness claimed her consciousness.
When she awoke, harsh lights blinded her. Quinn blinked painfully, discovering she was hanging from the rafters of an abandoned warehouse, rough hemp ropes cutting into her wrists.
Beside her, similarly suspended, Madelyn was already awake and sobbing hysterically.
"Awake now?" A kidnapper approached, lifting Quinn's chin with the tip of his knife, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "So you're the Morrison heiress? Listen to the choice your parents are about to make."
The kidnapper dialed a number and put it on speaker.
"Listen carefully. You have two daughters, but we only want one ransom," the kidnapper sneered. "Fifty million, but it only buys one life. You choose..."
"Save me! Mom, Dad, please save me... I'm so scared, Mom..." Madelyn interrupted with shrill cries before the kidnapper could finish.
There was a few seconds of silence on the other end.
"We choose Madelyn." Mr. Morrison's voice was completely steady.
"And what about Quinn?" the kidnapper deliberately asked.
"Do what you want with her." This time it was Richard's voice.
The kidnapper turned to the girls with a hearty laugh, setting the phone aside: "Your family plays favorites, it seems. They've made their choice."
Terror filled Madelyn's eyes, her voice growing even more shrill: "Please let me go! I can get my parents to pay more..."
"If you have a grudge against the Morrisons, you can take it out on her! She's their real daughter! You can do whatever you want to her!"
The kidnapper raised an eyebrow, then actually took a whip from the wall and walked toward Quinn.
"No..." Quinn's breathing trembled. "I know this is a test..."
Before she could finish, the whip cracked through the air, striking her back with brutal force. Her thin clothes tore instantly, splitting skin and flesh.
Quinn swallowed the rest of her words, her body convulsing with pain, with nowhere to escape.
The whip struck her again and again, blood trickling down her body. As her consciousness began to fade, she heard the warehouse door being forced open.
"Richard!" Madelyn's tearful cry was piercing. "Save me! I'm so scared!"
Quinn barely managed to lift her head. Through blood-blurred vision, she saw Richard charge in with a team of men. His gaze swept over her without even pausing before rushing straight to Madelyn.
The kidnappers took the money and promptly released Madelyn, pushing her toward him. Richard carefully lifted her into his arms and turned to leave.
"Wait..." Quinn's weak voice called from behind. "Please... help me..."
Richard faltered for a moment but said nothing, leaving without looking back.
The warehouse door slammed shut.
The lead kidnapper looked at the forgotten Quinn, suddenly grinning: "Seems like you're truly unwanted."
He raised his knife and slowly cut the rope suspending her.
As she crashed heavily to the floor, Quinn felt her ribs shatter inside her. She coughed up blood, and in the last moment before darkness claimed her, she vaguely saw the kidnapper speaking into a phone.
"Don't worry, Mr. Morrison, we followed the script perfectly. Miss Quinn suffered quite a bit—she'll certainly be compliant now."
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