But the tiny chains were as secure as steel. She struggled so hard that her hands and feet bled, unable to escape the terrifying bed.
When she felt like she was about to die from the pain, Kurozawa finally turned off that nightmarish ghost light.
He walked over with a cold face, seeing her drenched in cold sweat from pain, her beautiful eyes overflowing with fear and anguish, her limbs covered in dark bruises and bleeding, like a puppet being broken by torture, looking truly pitiful.
He lifted the corners of his mouth in a vicious sneer; no one could withstand his torture, and this girl was no exception.
"Hurts, doesn't it? You filthy girl, just admit you're a spy to lessen your suffering. As long as you confess and sign, I'll let you live comfortably."
Even though the light was off, the pain penetrating her cells hadn't completely faded. Jun Yiyi was deeply uncomfortable, her throat parched, breathing hurt her throat like fire.
