Now They Want My Forgiveness - Chapter 338: Chapter 338

It hurt so much. The pain overwhelmed Stella. She thought she'd never have to go through something like this again, but she never expected she'd get caught up in it once more.
Stella screamed in her mind, 'Anna! Once I get out of here, I won't let her get away with this.'
"Still so stubborn, huh? Not even a peep out of her after all that," one of the women sneered.
Just then, the leader of another group swaggered over, giving them a contemptuous look. "You call those methods? Can't even handle a girl. What a bunch of losers."
This leader had slightly longer hair, so Stella just named her Long, while the other one with shorter hair was Short.
Ever since Stella showed up, the two of them had started coming up with new ways to mess with her.
Short wasn't about to back down. She shot back, "Oh? So you think you're all that? Why don't you show us, then?"
Long said, "I can, but what if I win?"
Short said, "If you win, it's simple. All our dishes for today go to you, and we'll only have some bread."
"Alright, then. I won't show mercy on you," Long replied.
Long gave a signal to one of her lackeys, who somehow managed to find a needle and, without warning, jabbed it straight into Stella.
This was nothing like acupuncture. Acupuncture targeted specific points and didn't really hurt. It just left people with a dull, aching sensation.
But this was different. Each needle went in one after another, and the pain was so sharp that Stella's tears started flowing uncontrollably.
What was even more different was that this time, Stella couldn't help herself—she cried out loud.
Long looked smug. "See that? You gotta use your head in life. Clearly, that's not your strong suit."
Short was pissed—her intelligence had just been insulted.
Stella thought maybe they'd turn on each other and leave her alone for a bit, but to her dismay, Short ended up taking all her anger out on Stella instead.
"Move away!" Short ordered Long's lackeys to move, snatched the needle from her hand and drove it hard into Stella. Again and again, she stabbed Stella, taking out all her rage like she'd lost her mind.
Stella was in so much pain that she almost passed out.
Everyone here seemed used to this kind of thing. There wasn't a hint of sympathy for Stella. In fact, they actually found Short's behavior kind of laughable.
Long watched for a bit, and when she saw Stella had passed out, she said, "Enough. If you keep going like this, we won't get our money. She'll end up dead before we even get paid."
Short suddenly snapped back to her senses. She glanced at Stella lying on the ground, and then gave her a hard kick. "Pathetic. She passed out from just that?" she mocked.
Stella was brutally yanked back to consciousness by a bucket of ice-cold water thrown over her. The searing pain all over her body was a cruel reminder of everything she'd just endured.
Short waited for Stella to beg for mercy, but there was still not a hint of surrender in her eyes. Stella kept staring at everyone in the room, as if she were burning their faces into her memory.
But none of the nearly fifteen people there even cared. They were used to acting like they owned the place in prison. After all, most of the people sent here never got out. Anyone with a shot at freedom would never end up here.
Even if they killed someone, as long as it didn't bother the guards, the guards would just turn a blind eye. Instead, they actually thought Stella was ridiculous for looking at them that way.
Short suddenly had an idea. She grinned wickedly and said, "So you think you can keep quiet, huh? This time, I'll make you lose all hope."
She ordered, "Drag her over here."
Stella couldn't walk anymore. Her whole body was battered and bruised. She was only a little better than when she first got back, and she knew if she didn't grit her teeth and tough it out, she wouldn't last much longer.