Under the cover of night, I visited the prison.
After the last round of torture, Zane had already become listless.
This time, I brought him someone new, someone who would make sure he would never forget.
When they stormed into the cell, Zane's screams echoed through the building.
Ethan also received special treatment, barely recognizable.
I heard that the leader of their cell didn't use toilet paper when they went to the restroom, so they made Ethan clean it up with his tongue.
Tch, even hearing about it makes me sick.
Next was Liam. He had just entered and wasn't yet in such a sorry state, though he was completely soul-crushed.
I didn't plan on showing myself to hear their questions or pleas; I just had my bodyguards ensure he was taken care of.
Lastly, it was Charlotte.
I specifically saved her for last.
When she entered the prison, I had already given instructions.
As the leader passed by her, Charlotte accidentally knocked over her cup, and the leader shoved her violently.
"Are you blind?"
A beating followed.
Charlotte, who had never suffered such violence, immediately became obedient.
Now, she worked like a dog by the leader's side.
When I saw her, she was massaging the leader's shoulders.
"Put some strength into it! Didn't you eat today?"
Charlotte whimpered, "I haven't eaten all day."
"Dare to shed a tear, see what happens."
One sentence, and Charlotte immediately held back her tears.
I signaled the prison guard to open the door.
As soon as the leader saw me, she hurried over, bowing low. "Lana, you're here. Don't worry, I'm taking very good care of Charlotte. She hasn't had a meal all day, only some water from the toilet. I didn't let her drink too much, afraid she'd get full."
"Good job."
I waved my hand, signaling the leader to step aside.
When Charlotte saw me, she froze, then realized what was happening.
"Veronica, so it was you! It was all you! You arranged all of this!"
She screamed, her eyes filled with hatred as if she wanted to kill me, but she didn't dare take a step forward.
"Yes, it's me. Who told you to overestimate yourself and try to marry into the Spencer family?"
Years ago, she had said something almost identical to me: "Who told you to overestimate yourself, trying to defy me?"
She had bullied me, and wouldn't even let me fight back.
I glanced at the chamber pot in the corner.
The leader immediately explained, "The toilet is a bit far from the cell, and we can't leave, so… we had to use this."
I nodded.
I had specifically chosen the dirtiest, most chaotic prisons for them.
With a single look, the leader understood.
"Hold her down."
The leader took the chamber pot and moved toward Charlotte.
"Lana, please step back. It smells awful."
I stepped back.
I watched as they held Charlotte down and the leader brought the chamber pot close to her mouth.
"No! Let me go… please!"
Charlotte struggled with all her might.
Just like I did back then.
Back then, I was the one being held down and forced to lick the urine stains off the ground.
It's only fair.
Charlotte tried to scream, but as soon as she opened her mouth, more liquid rushed in.
She tightly closed her mouth, but the leader pinched her chin, forcing her to open it.
Finally, nothing was left.
Charlotte was released, collapsing on the floor in tears.
As she cried, she began to crawl toward me.
A bodyguard kicked her away.
She gritted her teeth, crawled back up, and kneeled in front of me.
"Veronica, Lana… I was wrong. I know I was wrong. Please, let me out. This is no place for a person. I beg you."
She knocked her head hard, begging me to let her go, to release her.
But no one let me off the hook.
I walked closer, and Charlotte looked at me with hope in her eyes.
I bent down and whispered, "Veronica won't let me forgive you."
In an instant, Charlotte's face turned pale, her lips trembling.
"What... what did you say?"
I stood up straight and took a step back.
"Make sure to treat her well."
With that, I turned and left the prison.
Behind me, Charlotte's screams echoed through the hall.
When I returned, I received news.
Niko had gone mad.
What kind of tortures were there in the mental hospital?
There were plenty.
