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    He wanted to die more than anything. And the regret consumed him. If he could turn back time, he wouldn’t have dared to cross this horrifying woman.


    Balfour had no idea how much time had passed. He hovered on the edge of death, his body broken, his spirit shattered beyond repair.


    Time dragged on, each second stretching into eternity. The pain Christina inflicted on him tortured him with its cruel, relentless pace.


    If he had even the faintest grip on a gun, he wouldn’t think twice before blowing his own brains out. Being at the mercy of this crazy woman was its own brand of hell—a savage, soul-crushing nightmare he could no longer bear. To him now, death felt like mercy. A final release.


    Christina regarded his state with a detached chill, her joy from his agony already beginning to fade. She cast him a cold, dismissive nce. “I suppose those girls you’ve tortured to death are waiting to meet you in the underworld, so…”


    She paused, her lips curling into a cruel, bloodthirsty smile, her eyes like frost. “Your sins have finally caught up with you!”


    Without hesitation, she plunged the dagger straight into his heart, her aim precise and unflinching.


    As a master healer and an expert in poisons, she had an intimate understanding of the human body. If she wanted, she could stab someone again and again without touching a single vital organ, drawing out their suffering like an art form.<fn9ec5> Find the newest release on f?ndnovel</fn9ec5>


    The moment the de sank into his heart, Balfour could hardly believe it. He hadn’t expected her to let him die so quickly. He thought the torment would be dragged on even longer.


    When he realized the dagger had truly found his heart, a flicker of joy crossed his face, and a soft, relieved smile tugged at his lips. Atst, he was going to die. Finally, he would be set free from this nightmare… He didn’t want to endure even one more second in the living hell, courtesy of this manic woman.


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    But then, out of nowhere, came a pain far beyond anything he’d ever felt before—like his heart and bones were being ripped apart by a thousand burning needles, slicing through him without mercy.


    “Ah…” A raw scream tore from his throat as agony consumed him, so fierce that he bit clean through his own tongue. Compared to the firencing through his chest and bones, the pain of biting off his tongue was insignificant.


    “Oh, I forgot to mention something. The poison I used makes sure that even a stab to the heart won’t kill you right away. It just cranks the pain up to unbearable levels.”


    Christina gave a light, almost amused chuckle. “You’ll feel every ounce of desperation as your blood slowly drains away in excruciating agony. Balfour, it’s too early to be happy. Enjoy thest moments I’ve left you.”


    With that, Christina turned and made her way toward Davina. She felt no pity for the scum who had once inflicted unspeakable horrors on so many innocent girls. Now, he was simply getting a taste of what he’d dished out. When he tortured those girls to death, he should’ve known the same fate would eventually befall him. A quick, clean death? That would’ve been far too kind for him.


    Davinay nearby, wounded and still unconscious. Christina crouched down and gently loosened the ropes that bound her. “Don’t worry, Davina. We’re going home,” she whispered softly, gathering Davina into her arms.


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