Chapter 83
Berlin had steel needles inserted into all ten of her fingers - the kind Kane had mentioned.
And I could only see tiny bits of the needle tips sticking out. Those steel needles must have already pierced her bones.
Berlin's eyes were rolling back, and she was about to pass out.
Kane clicked his tongue and hooked his finger. Immediately, a man in black standing nearby brought out a syringe.
Kane looked at Berlin's somewhat unfocused eyes and said to her with a smile, "This injection will definitely help you last until the end of this game."
Berlin seemed not to have come to her senses yet. She was twitching all over from the pain, and she showed no reaction even when that person injected the medicine from the syringe into her body.
Suddenly, as if the medicine had taken effect, Berlin let out another heart-wrenching scream.
I frowned and asked Kane somewhat hesitantly, "Did you inject her with some kind of illegal substance?"
Kane shrugged. "Most drugs are actually illegal substances. This thing can keep her highly stimulated so she won't pass out so easily."
I figured Berlin should really enjoy this feast, after all, when she did this to me back then, every time I passed out, I was woken up by her pouring cold water on me.
Sometimes I was even woken up with the dirty water left over from her cooking.
This caused my wounds to frequently fester, and there were even places that rotted.
Kane took out a rolling pin and, looking at Berlin's hands full of silver needles, struck down hard.
Immediately, it became a bloody mess. Only after all her fingers were broken did Kane switch to something else.
It was a pair of pliers that looked very intimidating.
He used the pliers to pull out the silver needles one by one without hesitation. With each pull, you could hear Berlin's miserable howls.
After all the silver needles were pulled out, Berlin seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.
Perhaps she thought Kane would mercifully let her go just like that.
But she was wrong. Kane took the pliers again, and this time he grabbed her fingernail.
Berlin shook her head in terror, but couldn't speak any words of pleading.
Because as soon as she opened her mouth, her tongue was grabbed by a man in black nearby.
A pair of scissors quickly and efficiently cut off her tongue.
Terrible pain swept through her whole body from two places at once.
Whether having fingernails forcibly pulled out hurt more, or having her tongue cut off hurt more, I couldn't say.
I watched Berlin gradually lose her human appearance and suddenly felt nauseous. I couldn't help but cover my mouth and vomit heavily to the side.
Kane was torturing Berlin when he heard my voice. He turned his head, and his eyes showed a hint of concern.
"I told you, you can't handle scenes like this. Why don't you go back first? Everything Berlin did to you in the past, I've already done to her."
I nodded and said to Kane, "Will you come back with me?"
Kane put down the pliers in his hand and said to the person next to him, "Continue, don't let her die."
Berlin thought that once Kane left, her torture would be over.
But after hearing Kane's words, she fell into deep despair.
She kept kowtowing to Kane, opening her mouth trying to speak, but her tongue had already been cut off, so she couldn't say anything.
The sound of kowtowing still echoed behind us as Kane walked out of the basement with his arm around my shoulder.
The moment we walked out of the basement, the warm sunshine made me feel comfortable all over.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I smelled the fragrance of flowers in the air, the fresh scent of laundry detergent, and faintly, the aroma of desserts.
When I opened my eyes again, my eyes were bright and clear.
Kane just stood there beside me, watching me calmly.
He asked with a smile, "You shouldn't have nightmares anymore, right?"
I turned my head and looked at him firmly. "Definitely not."
Kane seemed very satisfied with me. He took my hand and sat down to the side.
He looked at me and said, "Your mother wasn't the kind of person she said she was."
I stared at Kane blankly.
Only then did I realize what Kane meant.
He was talking about what Berlin had just said about my mother being a prostitute.
I smiled and nodded. "Of course, I wouldn't believe what she said. I know mother went out late at night to earn more money for the family."
Kane looked at me with some hesitation in his eyes.
Finally, he seemed to make up his mind and said, "Actually, your mother almost went down the wrong path. I sent people to investigate. At that time, raising you alone did put a lot of pressure on her, and that boss often delayed paying her wages."
These were all things I never knew before, because my mother never talked to me about these things.
My eyes widened, and tears silently flowed from them.
Kane gently stroked my head and continued, "At that time, someone told your mother she could do this kind of work; after all, she was very beautiful."
Hearing Kane say this, my heart ached terribly.
If it weren't for me, why would mother need to do those things?
She was so beautiful, she could have married a man with a proper job, respectably, and had a lovely child.
Instead of looking for work everywhere because of me, almost had to do that kind of thing.
Kane looked at me, seeming to see that I wasn't emotionally breaking down.
He breathed a sigh of relief and continued, "At that time, your mother was indeed tempted. She did stand at that street corner, but it was precisely because of this one time that Luca latched onto her."
In Kane's narration, I learned the truth.
Mother did indeed stand at the street corner for a little while because she couldn't withstand the pressure.
But when those men's filthy gazes swept over her body, the mother realized she couldn't stand it, so she decided to leave immediately.
However, when she was about to leave, Luca blocked her way.
Luca, at that time, had just won some money and was coming back from outside, drunk.
He saw my mother was so beautiful, and she was standing at the street corner dressed lightly, so he knew what she was doing.
He asked my mother bluntly how much money it would take for her to sleep with him for one night.
But mother said she wasn't that kind of person.
Mother's rejection made Luca angry with embarrassment.
He thought his mother looked down on him, so he directly attacked her.
He beat my mother, then forcibly dragged her into an alley and did that kind of thing.
Hearing Kane tell me these things, tears flowed down uncontrollably.
Mother had never told me about these things.
She always said that my being happy was her greatest wish.
I had asked my mother before why she was with someone like Luca.
Mother just cried and told me she had no choice. Now I finally knew why.
My heart was full of anger.
That shameless Luca actually dared to ask me for so much money every month!
If I really gave him money, then I would be betraying my mother and wouldn't deserve forgiveness.
I took two more deep breaths to calm my anger.
But in this matter, I had some doubts.
I looked up at Kane and asked, "Mr. Moretti, I'm a bit curious, how do you know these things?"
Kane's eyes flickered, then he said calmly, "You're my wife, of course, I would understand your past."
With that, he pulled me into his arms, as if transmitting a force to reassure me.