The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities Chapter 208 - Someone Is Calling Me

Chapter 208: Soone Is Calling

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

The dungeon was dark, damp, and airtight. Surrounded by hard walls, it was empty and didn’t even have a bed.

Spark fell on the cold ground, his body curled up with pain, unable to exert any strength.

While he was groggy, a guard held a bowl and threw it in front of him. The food inside was spilled on the ground, emitting an unpleasant sll, and gray-green mold spots had grown on it.

Spark glanced at it and quickly looked away.

The guard sneered and said, “Not to your taste? Then don’t eat. Just starve to death!”

Then he left the dungeon.

Spark closed his eyes and Claire’s little face popped up in his mind.

He couldn’t die…

After a while, Spark opened his eyes, propped his arms, resisting the pain on his body. He grabbed the dirty and slly food on the ground, and slowly stuffed it into his mouth.

The next day, Ethan ca to the dungeon.

Spark lay on the cold ground all night. The blood on his body had dried up, and his thin lips turned slightly purple from the cold. His eyes were half-closed, his breath was weak, but his overwhelming aura didn’t diminish at all.

Several guards dragged him up.

Ethan sat on a chair and leaned over, looking at him coldly. “What do you want to play today?”

Spark slowly raised his head and gave a contemptuous smile. “Whatever you want to play, I will… play with you!”

“Okay! Then let’s have fun!” Ethan glanced back. “Co on, get started!”

The guard behind him ca with a needle, and the long slender needle glowed with a silver sharp light under the light.

Several guards pressed Spark to the ground, grabbed one of his hands, and pierced the needle into his nail.

Spark’s face instantly turned pale. He clenched his teeth so hard that they bled, but he didn’t utter a sound. Cold sweat oozed from his forehead, dripping down his chin.

Ten fingers connected to the heart.

The pain went deep into his bones…

But when he closed his eyes and thought of Claire, it seed that even this kind of pain was nothing.

One after another, all his ten fingers were pierced with needles, and his nails turned black and blue, and blood beads ca out.

Ethan kicked the chair over in rage.

He thought he would see Spark crying bitterly and begging for his rcy.

However, from beginning to end, he didn’t even shout.

Ethan left the dungeon.

Spark was thrown on the ground. On the cold winter night, he was still wearing thin clothes, which were blood-soaked and sticking to his body.

Claire squatted in front of him, hugged him tightly, and gave him a mont of warmth.

He woke up from a coma. There was nothing but darkness in front of his eyes.

It turned out to be a dream…

Spark tremblingly stretched out his hand, covering his heart, which was beating at the sa ti as Claire’s.

He muttered. “Claire… Claire…”

Claire…

On the bed, Claire opened her eyes, suddenly sat up, and rushed out of the room.

Her mother was awakened by her and asked. “What’s the matter? Claire?”

Claire was a little at a loss. “Mom… I heard soone calling …”

“Silly girl, are you dreaming? Who will call you at midnight? Go to bed.” Her mom pulled her back to the room.

The weather was gloomy.

Spark was taken outside.

Ethan sat on the steps and raised his hand slightly. “Let’s get started.”

Several guards walked over, kicked Spark to the ground, and lashed whips on him.

The whips had fine barbs, and when the whips went down, they would not only open his flesh, but also hook his flesh and tear it off.

The cold air froze his wound inch by inch and drilled into his bones, making the pain worse.

Feeling tightness in his chest, Spark suddenly vomited out a mouthful of blood.