Keeping the promise

Chapter 255 You are a devil

Qi Yue curled up in the corner, his hair was tangled together like dead grass.

The clothes on his body were already torn to pieces, and the exposed skin was covered with scars and bruises, some of which were new and old, and some were still oozing blood.

Her eyes were empty and lifeless, and her once beautiful face now only showed despair and fear, as if her soul had long been taken away.

Li Yunting walked into the basement. His footsteps were particularly clear in the silence, and every step was like a heavy hammer hitting Qi Yue's heart.

When Qi Yue heard the voice, she raised her head with difficulty. The moment she saw Li Yunting, a trace of extreme fear flashed in her eyes and her body began to tremble involuntarily.

But it was more of a desire for relief. In this endless torture, death became a luxury for her.

She used all her strength to crawl towards Li Yunting with difficulty. Every step seemed to exhaust all her vitality.

Lying on the ground, she begged with her dying breath: "Li Yunting, please, give me some freedom. Over the past decade, you have used all kinds of cruel means to torture me. I've had enough, really had enough." Her voice was hoarse and weak, as if it came from the depths of hell, with deep despair and regret.

Li Yunting looked at her coldly, without a trace of pity in his eyes, only endless hatred and anger.

He squatted down, pinched Qi Yue's chin, and used force with his fingers as if to crush her bones. He forced her to raise her head and said, "Liberation? The sins you committed are too easy for you to die." His voice was icy cold, and every word was like a sharp blade stabbing Qi Yue.

Qi Yue's tears slid down her cheeks, mixing with the dirt on her face, forming turbid marks.

She sobbed and said, "I know I was wrong, I really know I was wrong. These years, I have regretted every day, and I have been suffering in pain every day. You made my life worse than death. I was on the verge of death time and time again, and this torture is more terrible than death." Her heart was filled with fear and despair. The fear of death and the desire for relief were constantly intertwined in her heart.

Li Yunting let go of his hand, stood up, and looked down at Qi Yue, who was lying on the ground like an ant, with disgust in his eyes. He said, "You deserve this. You destroyed my happiness and made me lose the person I love most. You should spend the rest of your life in this endless pain." There was no wavering in his heart, only his determination for revenge.

Qi Yue screamed in despair: "Li Yunting, you are a devil! Please... please... kill me, kill me!" Her voice echoed in the basement, full of despair and anger.

Li Yunting was unmoved and turned to leave. Qi Yue desperately stretched out his hand, trying to grab the corner of his clothes, his fingers scratched weakly in the air, but could only fall to the ground weakly.

"Don't ever think of getting relief. This is the punishment you deserve." Li Yunting's voice echoed in the basement, full of coldness and determination.

Then his footsteps faded away, leaving Qi Yue crying and begging desperately in the darkness.

Day after day, year after year, this torture never stopped. Qi Yue's spirit had already collapsed, and every minute and every second was endless torture for her.

Her world was filled with endless pain and darkness, without a glimmer of hope. Her heart was filled with regret and self-blame, but she could not escape this cruel fate.

Li Yunting walked out of the basement with a gloomy face, and ordered his men guarding the door expressionlessly: "Go, let her taste the pain of snake and insect bites, and then save her." His voice was as cold as a thousand-year-old ice, without a trace of warmth.

His hands trembled slightly, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead instantly, but he did not dare to hesitate at all, and quickly responded: "Yes, boss."

Li Yunting looked up at the gloomy sky. The heavy dark clouds seemed to be pressing on his heart, making him feel depressed.

His brows were furrowed, and his eyes revealed deep pain and confusion. He thought of Zheng Wancheng's resolute words and cold eyes, and his heart felt like it was being stabbed by a sharp knife. The piercing pain made it almost impossible for him to breathe.

His heart was bleeding, and every drop of blood turned into regret for the past and helplessness about the current situation.

Thinking of this, he was filled with hatred and cruelty towards Qi Yue, as if he could spit out flames to burn everything. His heart was filled with rage for revenge, which burned his reason and made him fall into the brink of madness.

Li Yunting clenched his hands into fists, his nails dug deep into his palms, blood seeped out from between his fingers, but he was completely unaware.

At this moment, he was consumed by pain and hatred, with only one thought in his mind, which was to let Qi Yue struggle in endless torture and never be freed.