NovelEnglish"Mr. Sanders, we've been trying to cut through each of the hundreds of thousands of electric wires, one by one, but..."
"What's the problem?"
"With odds of one in several hundred thousand, cutting the wrong one could electrocute Mrs. Abbott," the technician explained, his
hands trembling with the weight of potential disaster.
Beck's chest seethed with anger, cursing the mastermind behind this twisted setup for their profound scheming!
It becclear that tampering with the wiring was a dead end. The only option left was to study the structure of the basement.
Inhaling deeply, Beck's anger scorched his throat.
"I'll send more people to help out. Figure out a way to crack it sooner."
"Will do."
Meanwhile, just as the engineering team had said, the mastermind behind the surveillance was indeed watching everything.
A glass of red wine sat casually in his hand, and a plate of artfully prepared steak lay untouched on the table before him. Dining in
the surveillance room, he took perverse pleasure in watching Cynthia's face on the monitors; merely looking at her made him eat
more.
In his eyes was a mix of disgust, obsession, and schadenfreude.
If an outsider were here, they'd surely think him mad.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtOn the screen, Cynthia sat silently on the bed, while those who wished to aid her dared not touch her at all.
Summer's mind wandered back to the initial days of Cynthia's “training.” Every day, he dispatched five foul-smelling men into the
basement to find her. He watched her struggle, her rage, her humiliation as they disrobed her, and he would then warn her—if she
dared to let anyone touch her, he would indeed let these men take turns attending to her.
Cynthia's resilience proved stronger than he had anticipated. It took three months of torment before she becafraid of human
touch.
Just when the experiment was about to succeed, he took place of those men.
He forced himself on her.
To him, Cynthia was no more than a pet, a creature he had tamed, groomed to grow exactly as per his liking.
Having gone to the lengths of imprisoning her, why would he restrain his impulses?
His violation was the final straw that broke Cynthia's spirit.
It was as if telling her, as soon as she was touched, she would be violated.
Cynthia sought escape through death, which Summer of course wouldn't allow, occasionally leaking bits of information about her
daughter.
He'd insinuate how lovely the little girl was growing up, how she might serve men well. He taunted Cynthia with threats of finding
her daughter, no matter how well she was hidden.
Yet, in truth, Summer seldom investigated Maja's existence. Initially, Cynthia had hidden her exceptionally well, even in a place as
remote and underdeveloped as Crystalbrook Valley.
But with Cynthia captive, there was no need for him to pursue the brat.
His “training” over the years had rendered Cynthia utterly compliant.
It was a pity that, after giving birth to Maja, she had her uterus removed and could no longer have children. Otherwise, he would
definitely have had her breed incessantly.
Now, having such a perfect “pet” under the noses of others made him slightly unhappy, but he still took habitually watched her
when he dined.
Only in this way could he feel good.
A smirk curled at his lips.
Just after consuming his steak, someone knocked at the door when he planned to sip swine.
"Sir, Christ has arrived."
The day before, Summer had announced obtaining the Jellyfish Seal, a token commanding obedience from all within the
organization.
But the Elder and Christ had always supported Cynthia and were loyally waiting for her return.
Every tSummer took part in the organization's discussions, Summer found it absurdly amusing to see these two Elders’
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmstaunch loyalty to Cynthia.
After returning, he would invariably go to see Cynthia, taking out his emotions on her. As he vented, the thought that the Holy
Daughter sought by the two elders was gasping beneath him like a dead dog filled him with a sense of exhilaration.
Cynthia not choosing him back then was her own fault!
He had offered her a chance, a chance she failed to cherish!
With a cold laugh, he thought of his recent alliance with the K brothers and the Jellyfish Seal's power to command respect from the
ranks—everyone except the Grand Elder and Christ. And the Grand Elder had already been captured and under torture.
What could Christ's visit at this timply?
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