"I was wrong! I was wrong! Please, ma'am, spare me! I never should have threatened you!"
In a remote corner, the scrawny man's miserable screams were endless. He begged for mercy again and again, his cries of pain unceasing.
His face was black and blue, looking as if he'd been brutally beaten.
The man was filled with a tearless despair.
He never would have expected this. He had only wanted to make her hesitate, to make her afraid to actually kill him. But instead of showing any fear, she had just given him a brutal lesson.
The pain was so bad he wished he were dead.
'This woman is vicious! She hits exactly where it hurts the most.'
"So you know you were wrong, huh? It's fine. I'll give you a chance to turn over a new leaf." Stella Sterling nodded, putting on an exceptionally agreeable expression.
However, the man didn't dare feel happy just yet. This woman wasn't nearly as pleasant as her words suggested—her methods were vicious.
