A Wound that Never Heals

Chapter 21 Gustave Saves Darlene

Without waiting for Darlene to catch her breath, Douglas directly grabbed Darlene from the ground and ruthlessly slapped her in the face.

“You dare to hit me. Look at yourself. I have seen plenty of sluts like you. Why are you pretending to be pure and noble? Aren’t you all just some dissolute bitches that are used by many men?”

Douglas‘ words became more and more unbearable to the ear. Darlene was in so much pain that she heard noises in her ears. Her whole body trembled, and everything in the room became blurred in front of her eyes.

Douglas still felt that he was not satisfied. No one dared to slap him for so many years. And yet he was actually slapped by Darlene, whom he believed to be a lowly thing. So Douglas had to teach her a lesson.

He looked around and directly took a shelf with a row of lighted candles. Then he grabbed Darlene’s hair and stuffed a burning candle into her mouth.

“Don’t people like you sell yourself for money? I have plenty of money. If you eat a candle, I’ll give you 17 thousand dollars. If you can handle all of them, this check worth 80 thousand dollars will be yours.”

Douglas slammed a check on the tea table heavily. Ignoring Darlene’s struggle, he pressed down on her jaw and forced her to open her mouth, stuffing one end of the candle into her throat.

Everyone in the private room knew that Douglas was playing wild, but they

all turned away and pretended not to see it.

As the candle was stuffed into Darlene’s throat, the sharp pain of burning instantly spread out.

Darlene’s forehead was drenched in sweat. She held on to her last bit of

strength and cursed bitterly, “Fucking bastard!”

Fat Douglas laughed, “Curse while you can. When I turn you to a mute, you will not be able to voice a single word. You offended Mr. Gallard. Who else do you think will help you?”

As soon as he finished speaking, a look of disbelief and pain suddenly

appeared on Douglas‘ face, and then he let out a sharp scream like a pig being slaughtered.

Darlene had just picked up a piece of broken glass on the ground. At that moment, she fiercely stabbed it into Douglas‘ neck. Whether the glass cut his vein or not was unknown, but blood quickly gushed out.

Darlene pushed Douglas away desperately. Before the people in the room were too scared to come back to their senses, Darlene stood up from the sofa in a panic and ran out with a pale face.

bloodshot eyes. “Bitch, you are simply courting death. Stop right there! If I don’t kill you

fierce Nixon

ran along the corridor toward the elevator, disregarding the angry voices

impossible to tell whether it

saw Darlene, it was as if they had

the pain and smell the blood. But Darlene could not care about

a woman in bed before. But the test results later said that the woman died

matter was left unsettled.

from the Walpole family, which was

They each occupied half of the market

business in Baltimore.

Douglas was completely unrestrained

even America.

Douglas‘ voice sounded. “All of you, come over here and get her. I have to catch that bitch today. I can’t let her escape.”

she saw the elevator

rose up. But soon the elevator door

front of her.

back, slightly lowered his head

who was about 6 feet 3 inches tall, at that moment, stared

no pity in his eyes, only

not intend to

reached out and stopped the elevator door that was about to close. She said in a

the blood all over her body made it difficult for people not to feel

such a nightclub, it was common to see women who had

injured. Or sometimes these women deliberately pretended to

took a step forward and said coldly, “Miss, please

another elevator.”

footsteps came over from behind. Darlene gritted her teeth in despair and knelt. “Please save

a mole under Darlene’s left eye, and his expression finally

his words and only begged

in. I beg you.”

Darlene had not yet reached this floor,