Let's Get Married

Chapter 806: Cruel Torture

Just then, the door of the factory is pushed open from the outside, and the cold moonlight shines in. However, shortly after, it is blocked by the closed iron door again.

"You're awake?"

It is also a man, but he is quite tall, about 1.8 meters or more. He has a sturdy figure, thick shoulders, clean short hair, and a brown face.

Compared to the other two men, he is obviously more confident and he walks more ridiculously. Jasmine quickly makes a judgment that this man should be their leader.

Jim walks over to her with a roasted chicken and two bottles of wheat-fermented beverage.

One is looking down, while the other is looking up, and their eyes meet. Without saying a word, Jim raises his hand and slaps her cheek fiercely.

Jasmine snorts in pain.

She has been slapped before, but this hurts the most in her twenty years of life.

Only one makes her dizzy, and she can taste blood. Perhaps the inside of her mouth is cut. This is not the worst. The most unfortunate thing is that the man's pinky fingernail sweeps the corner of her eye and scratches her eyeball, and she can't see clearly with her left eye.

She shakes her head to make it better, but it is only in vain.

The man spits and waves the roasted chicken in his hand in front of her. "I left to buy some food. Who told you to wake up?"

Although Jasmine is gaged and can't talk, she finds him ridiculous.

Can she decide if and when she would wake up?

If it is really possible, she hopes she wouldn't until Pehry finds her. This way, she would at least not have to worry. All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

However, the quick slap and the unreasonable tone teach Jasmine that this gang is just following orders and they don't have compassion. So, she can't expect them to let her go.

There's no need to think about begging for mercy. It is better to figure out a way to escape.

Jim pulls its head, neck, and chest off the roasted chicken and gives it to the other two men, while he eats the drumsticks, wings, and other delicious parts.

He stands eating in front of Jasmine. His mouth is covered with oil, and the meet scraps fall on his clothes and the ground. It is disgusting to watch.

Halfway through his meal, he opens one bottle of the wheat-fermented drinks and gulps it down, burping. "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have to drink this. I would just drink wine!"

After all, she just arrives, and he is ordered to keep an eye on her. Nothing can go wrong.

Jim can't stop drinking every time the feast begins. So, to prevent that from happening, he doesn't buy wine. If something really goes wrong, he won't get paid

Jasmine watches as he finishes the chicken in large mouthfuls. He notices her gaze and thinks she wants a bite too. So, he takes out the dirty rag from her mouth and smiles, "Do you want this?"

Jasmine looks at the stuff between his teeth and feels sick in her stomach, retching.

She hasn't eaten anything, so nothing comes out, but Jim's face darkens.

He has just finished the chicken, but she is retching. What does that mean?

Does she find him disgusted?

"Bitch!" Jim curses loudly. Even the two men don't dare to speak anymore. "I just finished eating. Why were you retching?"

Jasmine can finally speak, so she naturally does not want to face him head-on. She says tactfully, "The rag in my mouth is stinky. I couldn't hold it back. I'm sorry...."

The rag is stinky?

Jim smiles evilly. He bends over and looks closer at her mouth which is red from the gaging. Then he glances at the ugly chicken bones in his hand and asks, "It wasn't because I ate?"

Jasmine doesn't want to provoke him and forces a smile. "How is that possible?"

"I see." Jim tilts his head and thinks for a moment. Then he puts the chicken bone beside her mouth and says, "Since that's the case, I'll give you some. Aren't you okay with it? Come. Eat some."

Jasmine's eyes widen. She watches in horror as he puts the chicken bone to her mouth. Her lips touch the bone he has bitten. Thinking of his slightly black teeth and oily saliva, she feels sick in her stomach again and can't help it anymore....

Jasmine tilts her head and vomits crazily. This time, she spits out some bile, and there is only a bitter taste in her mouth.

She knows she should have endured it. To not provoke him, she should have tried no matter what. It is just a chicken bone.

However, no matter what Jasmine tells herself in her heart, when the disgusting chicken bone is close to her lips, she can vaguely smell his saliva and the rest is out of her control.

In just 0.01 seconds, she is given no time to adjust and restrain herself.

Jasmine spits out a few mouthfuls on the ground, not daring to look up at the man.

Just as she is thinking about what excuse to use to make this go away, he pulls her hair fiercely.

She cries out in pain. She feels her hair is leaving her scalp. It is not like a fight between two girls. She feels some of her hair has been torn off.

Jim widens his eyes and bends over to her. His slightly muddy eyes seem to be popping out. "Don't you want to eat this?"

Jasmine quickly shakes her head. She is so scared that she can't even cry. All she can feel is her racing heart. "No! I want to. I vomited because I am a little dizzy."

"Dizzy?" Jim smiles evilly and looks at the broken chicken bone in his hand again. Then, he clenches Jasmine's cheeks to force open her mouth.

Jasmine cannot make a sound. Her jaw seems to be dislocated under his grip, and her limbs are bound. She can't move and feels like she were a piece of meat on the chopping board.

Jim, on the other hand, is the devil who can do anything he wants with a knife.

In her frightened gaze, Jim stuffs the whole chicken bone into her mouth.