Chapter 70

He planned to tear off each finger and prolong the torture for as long as possible.

“No. No.” Fanny started screaming again.

This time, she scratched her skin, stroking her arms, until there were obvious red marks on them.

“Fanny, no. Don’t do that.” Michel screamed in shock as he knelt down beside her.

Fanny cowered in fear at his outburst, pulling her knees close to her body as if she were protecting herself from him.

As he moved closer, she even flinched, her eyes almost expecting his next move.

Michel held out his hand, palm facing her as he pleaded.

“I won’t hurt you, I swear.”

Michel almost wanted to burst out laughing like a madman at the irony of it all. All he wanted was to protect her, since day one.

Still, he was here, seeing her look at him with gloomy eyes as he inched forward little by little.

When their knees touched, she glanced down and swallowed hard.

“Fanny,” Michel spoke in the softest voice as if