The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage



As they advanced, Frank could feel air getting more damp, with the stench of blood and rot getting even more pungent, to the point that one could throw up.

"A torture chamber?" Frank asked interestedly.

He was no stranger to torture chambers as he met Burt Yorkman in the one at Riverton.

In this case, this place was definitely the one in Zamri.

"Cut the chatter," someone growled as he was led into an elevator that descended below the surface.

Eventually, the thick steel doors parted, and Frank immediately heard the screams.

And they were all, men whose very will was crumbling under the audible crack of whips, and the sizzling hiss of branding iron burning into their skin.

There was maniacal laughter on top of that, along with a stench that was worse than before. And he could feel from the wetness of the floor that it was flooded with ankle-deep puddles down the hallway.

The rug sack on Frank's head was then taken off, and he found himself staring down a pitch-black hallway, as well as the screaming inmates who were being tortured in the distance.

On both sides of the hallway cells with steel bars, with horrific torture tools and inmates who were sitting or crouching inside.

It was clearly an underground prison, and each of the inmates had a hauntingly savage glare in their eyes. Some were shaking the cell bars, and some were kowtowing and begging for mercy, while others were rambling and spewing expletives.

It was a place no one would want to stay.

"Move!"

Someone shoved Frank from the back, forcing him forward.

They walked over a few dozen yards, where someone looking like a jailer was waiting.

He opened the cell door and smacked Frank inside, shutting the door behind him and leaving without a care, never once looking Frank's way.

Even before Frank studied the cell, around seven men were already surrounding him in the darkness, their eyes flashing like nocturnal predators as they sneered viciously at Frank.

"Newbie, huh? Take off your pants!"

"What?"

Frank turned to find a savage looking man with a prominent scar on his face.

Though the cell was pitch-black,

Frank could see with his sharp eyes that he was barely covered in rags, and his feet were swollen and filled with sores from dipping in water constantly. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

And seeing that Frank was not moving, the burly man bared his teeth threateningly. "What are you looking at?! Are you taking them off or t

"Hehehe..."

Kon

As Scarface closed in, sinister laughter could be heard from the nearby cells.

"A new face... I'm surprised we'd still get newbies here."

"What amazing feat could he have achieved, I wonder?"

"Well, he's out of luck now that Scarface has his eyes on him."

The buzzing comments gave Frank

is on his situation-this was an

prison, where the worst

villains were confined.

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Nheless, Scarface felt belittled as Frank ignored him. "I'm talking to you, brat. Are you playing dumb on me?"

He reached out his arms, ready to strangle Frank.

He was such a huge man that his palm almost dwarfed Frank's face.

And yet...

"Argh!!!"

A blood-curdling scream soon resounded from the cell.