NovelEnglishSurrounded by mountains with a river in front and no bridge in sight, escape seemed an impossible feat without
a helicopter. "Claire Floyd, wouldn't it be easier to just wait here for me?"
| spat in his face in response.
"Claude, Richard will findsoon enough!"
But my words only made him laugh. "Him? He's spread too thin."
"What have you done to him!" Panic set in.
"Nothing, he's exactly where he wants to be. Claire Floyd, consider this a warning: don't you dare show concern
for another man when I'm around!"
As he spoke, he gestured towards Lydia who was being held behind him. "She helped you escape, did she? Cut
off one of her fingers!"
The guard didn't hesitate, and Lydia's finger was severed in an instant.
"No!" | screamed.
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But by the t| crawled over to her, Lydia was already in excruciating pain, clenching her hand, her face
contorted in agony as tears streamed down her face.
"Claude, you're heartless. Lydia has watched over you since you were a child."
"She watched over you too. It's your fault for trying to run, she's being punished because of you."
| managed to break free from the guard's grip and crawled to Lydia, picking up her finger and shouted at Claude,
"Givethe first aid kit now. We can still reattach it if you act quickly." But Claude kicked the finger out of my
hand.
"Claire Floyd, this is your punishment. Listen well."
"It was my decision to run. Reattach Lydia's finger, I'll accept whatever punishment you decide!"
She was suffering because of me; | couldn't just stand by and do nothing.
Lydia, her lips pale and trembling with pain, whispered, "Claire... Miss... save me."
"I will." I picked up her finger again, facing Claude defiantly.
"Claude, don't makelose respect for you. The first aid kit, now!"
He clenched his jaw, locking eyes withfiercely before finally gesturing for the guard to hand over the first aid
kit.
He had prepared for this, knowing | wouldn't leave Lydia's side, even having a first aid kit ready, anticipating
cutting off her finger.
"Are you willing to throw away your law degree for this?!" | couldn't help but feel sorry for him; all the effort he
put into earning his law degree, now tarnished by his actions
"Do you care about me?"
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He grabbed my chin, but | pulled away, kneeling down to perform makeshift surgery on Lydia,
disinfecting and stitching he wound
as best as | could.
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Claude watched overwith a metal chain in his hand the entire time.
| knew escaping would be even harder after this.
As soon as | finished treating Lydia, she was taken away, and Claude draggedback to my room.
He locked my ankles together with a chain.
After doing all this, he suddenly smiled at me, then leaned down, cupped my face, and kissed my forehead.
| turned my head away, struggling.
But he seemed reassured and letgo.
"Behave, or next tit won't be so easy."
His finger traced down my face, lifting into a smile. "Richard can't save you. Oh, and Max called you once, then
never again. Is that the man you chose? To leavefor them?"
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Considering Max's indifferent nature, one call was probably more than | could have hoped for.
"Claude, Max is my mentor. If he notices I've suddenly disappeared, do you think he won't call the police?"
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