Between Ruin And Resolve My Ex-Husband's Regret novel Chapter 51

Chapter 51 Torture

Despair haunted Sadie’s eyes.

Her attempts to resist and her cries proved futile.

The sounds of the bar felt as if they were filtering through from another dimension.

In secrecy, Jorma’s companion took a photo of the suit on the ground and messaged Samuel, saying, “Is this Noah’s suit? A woman claiming to be his wife was just taken into the Night Owl Bar by Jorma.”

Plans began to form in the man’s mind.

Whether or not this woman was connected to Noah, it presented an opportunity for him to demonstrate his loyalty and

gain proximity.

Samuel promptly forwarded the message to Noah.

A heavy scent of perfume filled the dimly lit room.

Sadie found herself harshly tied to a bed adorned with romantic motifs, her wrists and ankles bound so tightly they caused

her pain.

Despite her struggles, she was immobilized.

“Do you prefer it rough or gentle?” Jorma sneered, retrieving several whips from a tool cabinet and approaching her.

Tears of anger welled in Sadie’s eyes as she glared back at him.

“You’re a monster! Release me now!” she shouted.

If her glare could inflict harm, Jorma would be in pieces.

Jorma’s smile only became more sinister.

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“You’ve got spirit; that’s what I like to see,” he replied casually, pinning her down on the bed.

The silence was then broken by the faint sound of fabric rustling.

“No!” Sadie’s shout was a mix of panic and despair.

Her instinct was to fight, to push back, but she felt utterly powerless.

Jorma relished her vulnerability, delighting in it as a predator would with its captured prey.

Bending over, he tried to plant a kiss on Sadie’s neck.

In that instant, Sadie found a sliver of opportunity. Gathering all her might, she bit hard into Jorma’s ear.

“Ah!” Jorma howled in pain, his hands flying to his ear as blood spilled between his fingers.

He touched his ear only to discover a piece was missing.

Chapter 51 Torture

Driven by searing pain, he became frenzied.

“You bitch! You’re going to die today!” he yelled, grabbing a whip and striking Sadie brutally.

The lash struck Sadie, eliciting a sharp cry as pain flared through her.

With relentless force, the whip continued its assault, each strike etching a line of agony into her skin.

As the torture persisted, Sadie’s mind clouded with pain, reducing her responses to mere survival.

Initially, she could still utter cries of pain, but they soon diminished to weak whimpers.

Overwhelmed by the continuous pain, Sadie gradually lost consciousness.

A soft moan escaped her as her eyelids fluttered weakly.

Through the haze, a vague shape emerged in her blurred

sion.

A sense of being rescued flickered through her mind, anchoring her fading awareness.

She silently vowed to forever be grateful to this savior.

As Sadie regained consciousness, the pungent scent of disinfectant filled her nostrils.

Opening her eyes, Sadie found herself in a hospital room, the walls adorned with green and white stripes.

Noah was seated beside the bed, his forehead creased with weariness.

Was it him?

Her heart raced, hope flickering in her eyes.