Chapter 1668:

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The man unwrapped the bandana from his face and wrapped it around his hand. “It’s easier to deal with you when you’re down,” he said, his voice cold and menacing.

Jamie, weak and in pain from the kick, thought he wanted her body. She had survived by selling herself for years. “Do you want to sleep with me? You can do whatever you want, Mr. Bates. Just have fun.”

To her surprise, the man let out a cold, mocking laugh.

“Sleep with you?” The man loomed over her, his voice dripping with contempt. “You think you’re worthy? I don’t degrade myself with filthy women like you.”

Jamie was about to ask what he intended to do when her eyes widened in sudden recognition. Her mind reeled with the shocking realization. “I know you! Oh my God, it’s you!” she exclaimed.

Jamie pointed at the man, her eyes filled with recognition and disgust. “You’re that lawyer, aren’t you?”

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Her memory flashed back to seeing him before—this was the lawyer who had represented Nicole. She had spotted Rhett on TV and recalled seeing him when she had tailed Nicole.

Jamie was shocked to discover that the seemingly refined Mr. Bates had been hiding in plain sight, disguised as a normal person.

She had always perceived Rhett as an intellectual, not someone capable of violence or physical confrontation. But now, as her eyes widened with shock, she realized how utterly wrong she had been.

She gazed at Rhett, pleading. “Please, I’ll do anything. Just…”

“Shh!” Rhett abruptly silenced her, pressing his finger to his lips in a sharp, menacing gesture.

That single “shh” sent a chill down Jamie’s spine. She went rigid with fear, her skin slick with cold sweat, the beads of perspiration trickling down her face like tears. Her voice caught in her throat.

Rhett’s lips curled into a faint, sinister smile. Then, with a swift, deadly motion, a gleam of steel flashed in his hand, followed by a dull thud as he struck.

“Hello, my name is Rhett.”

“Ah!” Jamie let out a blood-curdling scream that pierced the sky.

The first blow missed her vital organs, but the pain was still excruciating, leaving her breathless and reeling.

Then, Rhett struck again, his blade seeking out the vulnerable gaps between her ribs. The sharp steel slid in with deliberate, agonizing slowness, each inch a new torture, causing Jamie to howl in agony.

Rhett’s voice was eerily gentle as he whispered, “This is where your knee joints meet. The next spot will be your ankle joints. The pain will be… distinctive.”

“But… why?” Jamie’s voice was barely audible, a faint, raspy whisper strained to escape her parched throat.

“Not everything in life has a neat answer, Jamie. Just as your past wrongdoings went unpunished, so does the universe mete out its own justice. It’s simply a matter of cause and effect, a balance sheet of karma. You should understand the principle remains the same,” Rhett said as he struck again, his blade slicing through her joints with precision, severing her tendons and leaving her limbs limp.

Jamie screamed in agony, but Rhett showed no emotion, lost in his own dark thoughts.

“I almost became a forensic doctor, fascinated by anatomy, but law paid better. I chose the quicker way to make money,” Rhett spoke casually, as though chatting with a friend, despite the horror of his actions.

Jamie wailed in agony. “You promised to release me if I killed Jarrod! You lied! Why?”

“Yes, I did say that, but…” Rhett’s blade sliced through her joints with calculated precision. “I don’t trust you,” he continued, his voice devoid of emotion.

“A useless person like you thinking they deserve a second chance? You’re living in a fantasy world!” His mocking words cut deeper than the blade.

Jamie’s last shred of hope vanished, leaving her trapped in a desperate, hopeless reality. Paralyzed from the waist down, her legs were numb and lifeless, yet her mind remained agonizingly aware, trapped in a living nightmare.

The knife sliced through her skin with sadistic precision, carving a trail of agony across her torso. Her voice shattered the air, a bloodcurdling scream, “Kill me! Just end this! The pain is too much to bear!”

“Not yet, my dear,” Rhett whispered with unsettling gentleness.

“We’re only just beginning. Twenty-three cuts barely scratch the surface. The real artistry comes next—precise, delicate strokes to exploit the most vulnerable spots. Thirty more to go. Close your eyes and savor the agony.”

Jamie’s body convulsed in terror as Rhett’s words echoed in her mind, her ears ringing with the horror of what was to come.

Rhett was the embodiment of evil. She had never thought that her own vile deeds would lead to her demise, and in such a cruel way, at the hands of someone even more ruthless.

“Kill me now, please! Just end it!” she begged.

However, Jamie’s pleas fell on deaf ears as Rhett’s gaze turned demonic, his eyes blazing with an otherworldly red, the knife poised high above her like a harbinger of doom.

Rhett struck down again and again, the blade falling with deadly precision. Blood splattered across his face, painting him with a gruesome mask of cruelty.

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