Chapter 60

Liana’s POV

It was Cynthia.

She stepped into the dim, rotting room with a smirk so wide it made my stomach twist. It felt as if every ounce of air was sucked from my lungs.

The men, those monsters who had been circling me like hungry wolves, turned to her and said, “She’s the one who made it very easy for us to find you.”

One of them, the one with the scar slicing through his left cheek, pointed at me and added, “She hated you just as much as we wanted you gone.”

Cynthia laughed. A cruel, high-pitched sound that was making my already spinning head feel worse.

“What do you want us to do with her before she dies?” they asked, like it was just some fun game to them.

Cynthia’s eyes darkened with so much hate, “I want to torture her first,” she said casually, like she was asking for a glass of water. “I want to see her bleed.”

The men laughed again, and one of them handed her a whip, long, black, and cracked from overuse. My heart dr