Destroyed Us for Your Bastard? Say Hi to Your Cellmate, Ex! - Chapter 54: Chapter 54
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When Madelyn was dragged into the mansion's grand hall, her high heels were already lost somewhere along the way.
Barefoot on the marble floor, the cold sensation spread from her soles throughout her body.
"Richard..." she said with a trembling voice, making one last attempt to plead, "we grew up together. Are you really going to do this to me?"
Richard sat on the sofa, meticulously polishing a silver knife. He looked up at her words, the coldness in his eyes making Madelyn shiver.
"Didn't you always think Quinn was receiving 'good treatment'?" A cruel smile curved his lips. "Now, isn't it a nice opportunity for you to experience it firsthand?"
He snapped his fingers, and two security guards immediately stepped forward to restrain Madelyn.
"No! You can't do this!" She struggled frantically, her perfect makeup smeared by tears. "Richard! You're insane! You'll pay for this!"
Richard ignored her, rising to walk toward the stairs. The guards understood and dragged Madelyn after him.
"Do you know how Quinn felt the first time she fell down these stairs?" He stood at the top, looking down at her with malevolent eyes. "Today, you can experience it yourself."
Madelyn's eyes widened in horror as she watched a servant pour an entire bucket of oil on the stairs, making the steps gleam ominously in the light.
"No, please..." She finally broke down sobbing. "I know I was wrong! I truly know I was wrong!"
Richard turned a deaf ear, signaling to the guards.
The next moment, Madelyn was violently pushed down the stairs!
"Ahhh!" Her body slammed hard against the steps before tumbling down. Pain engulfed her entire body as she curled up on the floor, nearly losing consciousness.
"You can't handle just one time?" Richard stood on the stairs, looking down at her. "Quinn went through this seven times."
Madelyn moaned in pain, suddenly lifting her head with hatred blazing in her eyes: "Even if you torture me to death, Quinn won't come back! She chose to leave on her own!"
Richard's face instantly darkened.
"Take her to the stables afterward," he ordered coldly. "Since she's so stubborn, let her sleep there tonight and reflect."
The night in the courtyard was bitterly cold.
Madelyn curled up in the damp stables, her expensive silk nightgown soaked through with mud and water. She shivered uncontrollably, and in her daze, thought she heard the distant rumble of a high-pressure water cannon starting up.
"No... no!" As the sound grew clearer, she finally realized what was happening. She shrank back in terror, but there was nowhere to escape.
The freezing water jet instantly struck her body, the tremendous pressure reopening wounds that had barely begun to heal.
"It hurts! Stop! Please stop!"
The servant operating the water cannon ignored her pleas. She went from begging to cursing and back to begging, until finally falling silent. Only then did the water stop.
Madelyn lay limp on the ground, dragged like a rag doll into a car. After some time, she was pushed out and looked up to see Richard standing in the center of an archery range, playing with a compound bow.
"Weren't you good at archery?" He smiled slightly. "Today I'm giving you a chance to demonstrate."
Madelyn was roughly tied to a target, the ropes cutting deep into her flesh. As she watched Richard draw the bow and nock an arrow, she finally broke completely.
"You psychopath! You lunatic!" She screamed hysterically. "Quinn was driven away by you! What experiment? It was just a sadistic game for you disturbed people! You were just torturing her under the guise of an experiment!"
An arrow whistled through the air, grazing her cheek and drawing a line of blood.
"Go on," Richard smiled thinly, his eyes cold as a winter pond. "I'm curious what other interesting things you might say."
Madelyn trembled all over, but suddenly a twisted smile appeared on her deathly pale face: "Richard, you're pathetic. Quinn will never love you. She hates you! She'd rather die abroad than return to a monster like you!"
"Whoosh!"
A second arrow precisely pierced her shoulder, causing Madelyn to let out an agonizing scream.
Richard walked up to her, gripping her chin and forcing her to look up.
"You're wrong, and that displeases me," he said softly, though his grip gradually tightened. "Quinn has merely lost her way. Soon, I'll bring her back."
Just then, the butler hurried over and whispered something in Richard's ear.
His eyes immediately brightened.
"You've found her?"
The butler nodded, handing him photographs and a detailed address.
Richard released Madelyn and strode away from the archery range, his voice unable to hide his excitement: "Prepare the plane. I'll go personally to bring her home."
Madelyn was forgotten at the range, blood dripping along the arrow shaft. Watching Richard's retreating figure, she suddenly vomited blood.
"It's useless... after what you've done, she'll never forgive you... never!"
But no one was left to hear her words.
Barefoot on the marble floor, the cold sensation spread from her soles throughout her body.
"Richard..." she said with a trembling voice, making one last attempt to plead, "we grew up together. Are you really going to do this to me?"
Richard sat on the sofa, meticulously polishing a silver knife. He looked up at her words, the coldness in his eyes making Madelyn shiver.
"Didn't you always think Quinn was receiving 'good treatment'?" A cruel smile curved his lips. "Now, isn't it a nice opportunity for you to experience it firsthand?"
He snapped his fingers, and two security guards immediately stepped forward to restrain Madelyn.
"No! You can't do this!" She struggled frantically, her perfect makeup smeared by tears. "Richard! You're insane! You'll pay for this!"
Richard ignored her, rising to walk toward the stairs. The guards understood and dragged Madelyn after him.
"Do you know how Quinn felt the first time she fell down these stairs?" He stood at the top, looking down at her with malevolent eyes. "Today, you can experience it yourself."
Madelyn's eyes widened in horror as she watched a servant pour an entire bucket of oil on the stairs, making the steps gleam ominously in the light.
"No, please..." She finally broke down sobbing. "I know I was wrong! I truly know I was wrong!"
Richard turned a deaf ear, signaling to the guards.
The next moment, Madelyn was violently pushed down the stairs!
"Ahhh!" Her body slammed hard against the steps before tumbling down. Pain engulfed her entire body as she curled up on the floor, nearly losing consciousness.
"You can't handle just one time?" Richard stood on the stairs, looking down at her. "Quinn went through this seven times."
Madelyn moaned in pain, suddenly lifting her head with hatred blazing in her eyes: "Even if you torture me to death, Quinn won't come back! She chose to leave on her own!"
Richard's face instantly darkened.
"Take her to the stables afterward," he ordered coldly. "Since she's so stubborn, let her sleep there tonight and reflect."
The night in the courtyard was bitterly cold.
Madelyn curled up in the damp stables, her expensive silk nightgown soaked through with mud and water. She shivered uncontrollably, and in her daze, thought she heard the distant rumble of a high-pressure water cannon starting up.
"No... no!" As the sound grew clearer, she finally realized what was happening. She shrank back in terror, but there was nowhere to escape.
The freezing water jet instantly struck her body, the tremendous pressure reopening wounds that had barely begun to heal.
"It hurts! Stop! Please stop!"
The servant operating the water cannon ignored her pleas. She went from begging to cursing and back to begging, until finally falling silent. Only then did the water stop.
Madelyn lay limp on the ground, dragged like a rag doll into a car. After some time, she was pushed out and looked up to see Richard standing in the center of an archery range, playing with a compound bow.
"Weren't you good at archery?" He smiled slightly. "Today I'm giving you a chance to demonstrate."
Madelyn was roughly tied to a target, the ropes cutting deep into her flesh. As she watched Richard draw the bow and nock an arrow, she finally broke completely.
"You psychopath! You lunatic!" She screamed hysterically. "Quinn was driven away by you! What experiment? It was just a sadistic game for you disturbed people! You were just torturing her under the guise of an experiment!"
An arrow whistled through the air, grazing her cheek and drawing a line of blood.
"Go on," Richard smiled thinly, his eyes cold as a winter pond. "I'm curious what other interesting things you might say."
Madelyn trembled all over, but suddenly a twisted smile appeared on her deathly pale face: "Richard, you're pathetic. Quinn will never love you. She hates you! She'd rather die abroad than return to a monster like you!"
"Whoosh!"
A second arrow precisely pierced her shoulder, causing Madelyn to let out an agonizing scream.
Richard walked up to her, gripping her chin and forcing her to look up.
"You're wrong, and that displeases me," he said softly, though his grip gradually tightened. "Quinn has merely lost her way. Soon, I'll bring her back."
Just then, the butler hurried over and whispered something in Richard's ear.
His eyes immediately brightened.
"You've found her?"
The butler nodded, handing him photographs and a detailed address.
Richard released Madelyn and strode away from the archery range, his voice unable to hide his excitement: "Prepare the plane. I'll go personally to bring her home."
Madelyn was forgotten at the range, blood dripping along the arrow shaft. Watching Richard's retreating figure, she suddenly vomited blood.
"It's useless... after what you've done, she'll never forgive you... never!"
But no one was left to hear her words.
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