His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

38 History Repeats

The darkness enveloped me again, and this time I smelled a rancid and sticky smell, and the bitter cold forced my eyes open. I saw a pair of black leather shoes appear in my sight. Someone pulled my hair behind me and I had to look up.

In the dark cell, Ron was sitting on a chair with his hands folded over his chest. There is a world of difference between his shiny appearance and the smelly prison. But he didn't seem to mind. He waved, and the guard, who was holding my hair, walked out of the cell. He stood outside the door with his back to Ron. The electric baton and the key that hung from his waist flickered in the corridor light.

"Gina's baby is dead!" Ron looked at me with hatred. "You killed her baby!"

"Is that what she told you?" I looked up and sneered. History repeats itself. I couldn't escape it.

"She came back from the nursing home just to apologize to you, but I didn't think you'd hit her and cause her to miscarry," he said. "Eva, I told you this baby was important to me, but you ruined my hope. You have to take responsibility for this!"

"Do you believe everything she says? Would you believe me if I told you it was me who was hurt?" If my hands and feet weren't chained, I'd be sure to give him a good slap, so he'd wake up a little bit.

"You think I'm an idiot?" Ron frowned, "Remember your old assistant Jenny? She can prove that you're the one who hurt Gina. She told me more. You discussed with her what to do with Gina many times in private. I didn't know you were such a wicked woman!"

Jenny, it's her! The witness in my previous life! It's her!

"What are you going to do with me?" I knew my explanation was useless. Now I have fallen into the enemy's trap again. Death may be the only thing waiting for me.

"Since we are married, I'll have someone give you a quick death." Ron stood up and looked down at me. "It won't be painful. This is my anniversary gift to you!"

"You fool, I regret marrying you!" I spat on his shoes, "I trusted you, but you slept with my sister. You have no right to control my life, you son of a b.itch!"

Ron was so pissed off, he slapped me across the face, his eyes were full of disgust. "Why do you think I married you? If you weren't a Green girl, I would never have married you! Now that I've got the gas company, you've got no use for it. And your father doesn't care if you live or die. I tell you, a woman is never more than a man's appendage. I have the right to decide whether I want you or not!"

"F.uck it!" I yelled at him. "Go to Hell, Ron!"

Ron glared at me. He walked out of the cell and whispered something to the guard. Then he left without looking at me. Soon the jailer came into the cell and gave me a lascivious grin.

"My boss says I can f.uck you all I want before you die!" said the guard, "If you perform well enough, I can give you a quick death. A single stab to the heart would be much better than a slow death by cutting open your carotid artery. You can trust my skills!"

"I'd rather die than suck your d.ick!" I tried to beat him with the chains on my hands and feet, but it only made the ugly man laugh.

"Why waste your energy?" He raised my chin with one hand and stared at me with his l.ustful eyes. "I've never f.ucked a rich lady before. I heard that your v.aginas are washed with flowers. Is that true?"

I lowered my head and bit him hard on the wrist, causing him to kick me in the chest with his foot. He cursed loudly as he examined the wound.

I spit out a piece of meat from my mouth onto the ground. A mouse sprang out of the darkness and ran away with the meat in its mouth. The jailer looked angrily at the running rat. He took out a pistol and shot at the rat at random. The sound of the gun was deafening in the dungeon. The rat panicked but refused to put down his dinner.

After wasting a few bullets, the angry jailer not only did not kill the rat, but let it escape. He couldn't run out and chased the mouse. After all, he only shot to scare me.

A set of keys dangled from the guard's waist. He came up to me again, and he swung his fist at me, and blood flowed from the corner of my mouth.

"Please, I'll do it!" I pretended to be afraid and begged. "I'll do anything you want!"

"Are you scared now?" He tore my clothes and squeezed my bare breasts with his gnarled hands. "Will you eat my d.ick?"

I froze. The feeling of disgust crawled through me like a snake. His stinking mouth bit me hard on the breast, and then he unzipped his pants with one hand and an ugly, watery p.enis appeared before my eyes.

"Do what you have to do!" He grabbed my head and forced me near his c.ock. I bit my lip so hard, I felt so humiliated that I couldn't obey him.

"Maybe we can go to a more comfortable room. You'll enjoy it more," I said quickly.

"Ha-ha, good." The jailer laughed lewdly. He took a step back and let his guard down.

I aimed for the moment, yanked the electric baton from his waist while he was tying his belt, then hit the switch on the baton when he wasn't looking.

The electric baton went straight at his waist. He opened his eyes and tried to push me away. I held his belt so tightly with one hand that he could not escape. The electric baton kept poking at his waist. I didn't dare to let go until he was completely down.

I ripped the keys from his waist and tried a few more before I finally found the right key to unchain my hands and feet.

I opened the cell door and held the pistol in my hand. The hallways were narrow and dark, and the doors of the other cells I passed were locked, but there were no prisoners. I carefully went to the end of the corridor, with the key to open a door in front of me.

Behind the door was a small room with two tables and several benches. There was an open computer, and the screen was full of surveillance footage from inside the prison. On the other table, two workcards were scattered with names on them.

God damn it! There are other jailers in this cell. It seems that they have sneaked out to smoke. I have to get out of here before they come back!

Outside the door is a dark clearing. Where the hell is this? Then a shout came from the front, and I saw two men in camouflage uniforms not far away.

S.hit, they must have found me!