Guarantee 1 Billion
17. Torture
The time continues to roll, now it has passed from 2 hours recommended by the doctor. Gael was unconscious. Ansel was increasingly unable to control his emotions. The man called and told the doctors to take action to make Gael aware.
" i don't want to know, Mr. Gael must be aware that if necessary I will pay whatever you want. If you fail, you will have to suffer the consequences. And this hospital has to bear the consequences" Ansel said sharply.
"but sir, we've done our best" the doctor explained.
"i don't want to know you guys have to be able to save her. I received nothing but good news" Ansel said, before he immediately left the hospital room.
This man had even threatened if until he returned and Gael had not been aware, doctors and hospitals there he was sued.of course this made the doctors there worried. Gael and Ansel are two influential people.
the man immediately left the hospital, he will teach Myria a lesson. Even his hands continued to clench strongly while driving the car at full speed.he did not care about the other drivers who kept pulling out the horn. He's been through red lights a few times.
Ansel has lost his sanity.
The only thing on her mind was how Myria felt regret knowing her.
Soon the car arrived, without the need to wait again Ansel entered the PIN. Walking quickly and immediately took the key of a special room.so open the man immediately kicked the iron wall. made the woman who was inside there jumped in shock.
Once I knew if the one who entered was Ansel, Myria immediately feared trembling. Myria dragged her body in the corner of the room. Ansel looked at him with a giddy look.
"wake up you cheap lady, wake up!. Because of you, all these bad things happened. After all this trouble I won't let you go" Ansel said resentfully.
"What if we had a good time tonight.it seems like a long time ago I didn't use this equipment" the man continued, opening a black box containing various sharp weapons.
Myria could not say anything.The woman could only cry. As if he knew his life would not be long.
"How about we try new equipment, I'm a little tired of dying too soon" Ansel looks increasingly cruel and scary. The man felt absolutely no pity or pity for Myria who was already cowering in fear with a trembling crying body.
"well, let's start by warming up first with light things" Ansel looked like a child who was arranging and sorting out his toys.
"you tie this woman there" said Ansel told two of his men while pointing at a chain hanger in the middle of the room.
"no I beg you. Don't do this to me. I beg you to forgive me" but the two men completely ignored him. They seemed deaf with the cries and screams of Myria are poignant. now the woman was hanging with both hands tied.
" it's a pity that this is only now I can do it" Ansel said as he continued to sort weapons.
" good job" Ansel praised when he saw Myria's hand flushed red from the sharp chain.
After a long pick, Ansel then took out a rope of leather material.it was a whip. Ansel turned back to check the power of the whip. Having assured
Splash.
One lash could be heard, Myria immediately screamed in pain. It felt less suitable Ansel tried again an iron hitter.The man swung hard on the legs, back and stomach Myria. The woman obviously kept screaming and crying incessantly.
the woman was so frail and so pitying. Ansel tried again to find a new weapon, he picked up a battering weapon that had a blunt Thorn. After Taking it, the man immediately vented onto Myria's body.
"i think this one is more suitable for you" said Ansel who returned to take the whip.
Splashes
one whip is released. Myria moaned in pain and Ansel continued to repeat the lash continuously.The weight of her heart became the strength to swing her hands vigorously. Torn after tear continued to adorn the woman's body.The blood began to flow bit by bit littering the floor.
Until one of the men came in and reported that Bus Gael had come to his senses.heard it at once Ansel stopped the lashings.
The man rushed to the hospital. Myria was left alone in a hanging condition. Ansel hurriedly ran towards Gael's room.he did not want to quickly confirm with his own eyes if Gael was okay.
in the room the doctor was still checking the condition of the man's vital organs before they were shocked by Ansel who opened the door hard.
brakk..
" how's the condition?" ansel said quickly, he immediately stood next to the patient's bed.
finally he could see Gael who was looking at him with a faint smile.
" what's wrong with you?" gael said in a very weak voice.
" i'm worried about you being stupid" Ansel replied annoyed yet full of happiness, but then the thing he hated sounded.
" where's Myria?" gael asked in panic, he just remembered.
" why don't you have amnesia, damn it!" Ansel no longer wanted to talk about the cheap woman.
Ansel clenched his hand and hit him on the bed. Gael saw it, he saw Ansel's hand which was slightly stained with blood. The palm of the hand also looked a little reddish
and Gael knows exactly what caused it.
"Why are you having fun with your hand?" said Gael, Ansel knew if Gael realized his habit.Ansel reflexively hid both hands. Gael did not continue his words.he continued to stare at Ansel sharply, While Ansel somehow felt misbehaved. Secret exposed. Gael who knows trying to sit down.
" you don't move much first, this can be risky on your wound" forbid the doctor.
Gael paid absolutely no heed to anyone. The man quickly removed the infusion cord.
"Gael what are you doing?" ansel shouted in fear. "you just came to your senses" Ansel continued trying to block Gael.
"you know exactly where I'm going" said Gael, pushing Ansel's body. the man knew that if Ansel's palm was like this then he had just tortured someone and from his behavior Gael could certainly guess who someone was.
" mister Gael your body is still weak, you better rest here" Gael did not obey the doctor's words, the man immediately descended the bed limping.
"you come with me" Gael told one of the doctors there. Ansel just kept watching. He knows who Gael will meet. He would definitely save that woman again.
