Marrying the Man in the Dark (Damien and Cherise) novel Chapter 320

Chapter 320 A Puppet 

For over a decade, these people had maintained a firm grip on Mandy, biding their time until she reached adulthood so they could mold her into their puppet. There were not chances they would simply release her with ease. 

Cherise, peering through the iron door, bore witness to the agonizing sight of Mandy. She was clutching her head, relentlessly slamming it against the wall, and a profound sense of unease welled up within Cherise. 

Cherise couldn’t help but reminisce about the past, back when she first encountered Mandy at Sequoia. She remembered how persistently Mandy had referred to her as ‘Sister. Cherise herself was only a nineteen-year-old girl, engrossed in thoughts of studying and exams. 

Mandy had confided that she had never known family or friends, living an isolated and lonesome life for all those years. This revelation left Cherise struggling to keep her emotions in check. 

She bit her lip, her thoughts unexpectedly drifting towards Damien. 

He, too, had been living a solitary life for many years. Damien was fortunate, though. He retained control over his life and had the support of friends like Jacob and Lennon. In contrast, Mandy had Cherise as her only ally, a Sister,’ recognized less than twenty-four hours ago. 

Before long, the room fell into a hushed silence. Jacob commented, “Seems like they have stopped sending signal commands for now.” 

“Do you think we should go in and check on her?” Cherise sought Jacob’s opinion. 

With a heavy heart, Jacob retrieved a key and unlocked the thick iron door. 

The basement was an oppressive, damp, and dim space despite Jacob’s efforts to illuminate it with intense, daylight-like lighting. Cherise could still feel the suffocating atmosphere. 

Carefully, she proceeded to Mandy, and with a crouched posture, she observed her. 

Mandy was in a pitiable state-her hair in disarray, and her entire body was on the ground, limp and still trembling from the ordeal. She was hardly recognizable, concealed under blood and grime. 

Cherise’s heart ached deeply. Reaching out, she took Mandy’s hand, which was covered in chipped nails and stains of blood. The warmth of Cherise’s touch caused Mandy to raise 

her head from the ground. 

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Beneath the tangled locks of hair, Mandy gazed at Cherise through eyes filled with tears. Finally, her tears began to flow. 

“Sister…,” Mandy’s fragmented voice was like a knife to Cherise’s heart. 

“I don’t want to live… It’s too painful…” Mandy cried out, her voice hoarse and fractured. “Ever since I was seven, every time I defied them, it was like this…”