My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 1017: Everything Was Over

Looking at the sharp knife approaching to her face, Phoebe felt cold all over. Her nerves were stretched into a line and were about to break in a minute.

She felt nervous and wanted to retreat, but Braylee held her chin even tighter, forcing her to raise her face and unable to move.

Braylee approached Phoebe's face with a thin blade in her hand, with a very malicious smile on her face.

"The most important thing for a woman is her face. Phoebe, if your face is ruined, do you think Mr. Fraser will love you again?"

"Even if he gives you a glance, all he would feel is disgust, right?"

"After all, how can an ugly woman be worthy of him?"

Phoebe couldn't help trembling. Braylee wanted to ruin her face from the beginning, but right now she was caught by Braylee…

Feeling the coldness on her face, Phoebe replied to her in panic.

"As expected, you don't understand Mr. Fraser at all. Never would he only love the appearance of a woman. Even if I am disfigured, he will still love me. You will never be able to destroy my image in his heart."

"Sure?"

As the blade of Braylee pressed down, blood appeared on Phoebe's face. "Then let's try."

One slash after another.

Phoebe's face was instantly covered with blood.

The most sensitive part of her face was that the blade cut open her skin, leaving traces. The feeling was clearly transmitted to Phoebe's nerves.

Her eyes widened, and she felt dizzy.

As a result, she was desperate.

"Braylee, whether I would die or my face would be ruined by you, Mr. Fraser would love me forever and always till the end of his life."

"You will never understand why he loves me so much, because never will you win his love in your life."

Enduring the sharp pain, Phoebe gnashed her teeth and said these provocative words.

She stared at Braylee, as if she was looking at a joke.

The satisfied smile on Braylee's face froze for a moment, and she rushed up angrily.

Every word Phoebe had said poked the scar in Braylee's heart.

She looked at Phoebe with hatred. "How dare you be so arrogant now? I'll kill you!"

Braylee suddenly changed its position and landed on Phoebe's neck. In an instant, blood flowed from her neck.

As long as Braylee pulled once again, Phoebe would die.

However, Phoebe was not afraid at all. On the contrary, her tightly knitted eyebrows relaxed.

Braylee was right.

Every woman cared about her face. Even if she was that carefree Phoebe, she would loves good- looking people.

She didn't dare to imagine how she would face her disfigured face and be imprisoned here. Pitifully, she had no chance to escape.

Rather than being tortured for a lifetime, it was better to die immediately.

However, Braylee suddenly stopped sliding the saber.

She looked straight at Phoebe and suddenly thought of something. She smiled happily.

"Hahaha, Phoebe, it turns out that you are also afraid. You are afraid that you would rather die."

"Do you think I'm so stupid to be provoked by you? No, I hate you so much. How can I bear to let you die like this?"

"I will make you... beg for me to die."

She smiled happily and ordered the maid, "Bring me some salt water."

Phoebe's body trembled imperceptibly.

Salt water...

They had already prepared those. The maid turned around and took the salt water in from outside the door.

With a malicious smile, Braylee put the blade in the salt water and walked around Phoebe.

"Everyone says that salt is the most painful part of the wound. If I put some salt water to the blade, will your pain increase tenfold?"

Phoebe looked at the dripping blade in a daze. "Braylee, I don't believe your heart is so bad under your beautiful face.

"That's why no one loves you. Even if you have the perfect face like fairy, Mr. Fraser will never like you."

"Shut up!"

Braylee cursed angrily and raised her hand to scratch Phoebe's face.

The pain was impossible to bear.

It had come to the extremity, as if the pain was going to kill Phoebe.

Phoebe could no longer control herself, she curled up on the ground and screamed.

Braylee played with saber with satisfaction and finally felt the pleasure.

If she couldn't get, neither could Phoebe.

If she dared to steal her man, she would make Phoebe pay the price of blood. Then she would live a life worse than death and live in hell.

With a devil-like smile on his face, Braylee pinched Phoebe's chin and cut her again and again...

Blood flowed like a stream. What passed away was the most important part to a girl.

Phoebe didn't know when the torture had ended. She was already unconscious.

Lying on the ground in a daze, she watched Braylee stand up and order someone.

"Put some medicine on her wound. Don't let her die, but don't let her recover. It's better let her will be tortured."

With the door closing, the room became quiet.

Only a strong smell of blood was left in the air.

Phoebe was lying on the ground, with only a crack in her eyes. She didn't even have the strength to move.

She seemed to have exhausted all her strength to lift her eyelids and see the sky outside the window.

It was pitch-black, without even a star alone.

It was like a curtain in the abyss of despair, covering the sky totally, without any hope.

Her carefree life had came to the end of the darkness, she thought to herself. Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

Phoebe lay on the floor for several days.

Like a corpse.

But they would not let her die. They gave the medicine to her regularly every day, and injected the saline to her. Though it was not enough to cure her injury, she would not die so easily .

She was like a puppet being kept in the closed room.

The wound on her face began to stammer. Perhaps Braylee made her feel disfigured in person, so she untied her hands and let her touch her face by herself, which had covered with scars.

She also made the room even more full with mirrors. No matter from which angle , Phoebe would see her appearance directly.

She was covered in blood and stain , more smelly and dirty than the homeless people on the street.

Phoebe's heart would twitch every time she looked at her face.

Was that still the face of human?

The black scars on her face were crisscrossed, almost covered all over her face. She was as ugly as a demon and could not find any trace of her past.

She was ruined.

She was ruined completely.

Even if the scar fell off, they would leave marks on her face, which would stay forever on her face, forever.

"Ouch!"

Phoebe screamed in pain. She covered her face with her fingers and pulled down the knot on her face.

Blood gushed out again.

She grabbed her face crazily and wished that she could rip them down.