Chapter 283 Ambrose Who No Longer Gets Beaten
Donny slept on the grass all night. He felt that this hillside was more like home than anywhere else.
Here, he also found a kind of peace he had never known before.
William rose from his seat beside the coffin.
He looked down at Isabella in the coffin, straightened his tie, and smiled.
"Good morning, I'm heading out."
"Be a good girl while I'm gone."
After William went downstairs, the butler had already laid out his breakfast, and Dylan was dressed and ready, waiting nearby.
William ate his breakfast calmly, not saying a word.
He wiped his mouth and walked over to the dog cages.
He looked first at Isla on the left.
Sometimes William wondered whether Isla's soul had left her body, leaving only an empty shell behind.
Otherwise, why would she never move at all?
However, his men had stuffed her into the cage, that was exactly how she looked when William saw her again. She never changed.
Not even a single hair had moved.
William looked away and turned to Juniper, who was lying flat on the carpet with her legs bent.
She was stroking her belly with both hands, a strange smile on her face.
William thought it was a shame that Juniper's belly was not big enough yet.
But he had run out of time.
He crouched by the cage, watching Juniper grin foolishly, then tossed a bone into the cage.
When Juniper saw the bone, she happily crawled over, held it in her mouth, and wiggled her butt toward William.
William had someone fasten the leash back onto her collar.
He led Juniper around the living room, then took her upstairs to that special room.
William held the other end of the chain, making Juniper kneel in front of the crystal coffin.
"She's your real owner."
"What should you do when you see your owner?"
Juniper knelt in front of the coffin. She lifted her head and barked a few times.
William nodded with satisfaction.
"Good dog, what a good dog!"
William's hand rested on the coffin as he looked at Isabella.
"Isabella, do you see?"
"I found your Rusty for you."
He led Juniper down the stairs step by step.
As Juniper crawled at his feet, the car headed toward the abandoned factory.
When the car stopped, William held the leash and made Juniper crawl around the car once.
On a whim, he took a fuzzy ball from his pocket and threw it into the distance.
The moment he let go of the leash, Juniper ran.
Naked, moving on all fours, she ran toward the ball like a real dog.
She picked it up in her mouth and ran back quickly.
William took the ball. He held the leash again and kept walking forward.
As he pushed open the rusty iron door, he suddenly stopped.
Looking back, he saw Ambrose standing in the distance like a tree.
He stood in the shadow at the corner of a wall, staring at William's back.
Several bodyguards also stopped and turned to look in that direction.
They stood together, quietly watching Ambrose.
As long as they did not kill him, William would not interfere.
The bodyguards were starting to feel tired of Ambrose's constant presence.
He came forward again and again, as if he had lost the ability to feel pain.
No matter how they beat him or kicked him, after Ambrose got up, he would come forward again the next time.
These bodyguards were all wondering whether this person who kept challenging their professional standards was human or some bloodless mechanical puppet.
After countless beatings, even the bodyguards felt numb now. They just stood there, having lost the desire to beat Ambrose.
But this time Ambrose did not come forward. He just watched from afar, staring at the iron door in front of William.
No one knew what he was thinking.
William waited for a while. Seeing that he was not approaching, he pushed open the rusty iron door and went inside.
Lester had lost everything, including his dignity.
He could not even curse William anymore.
Facing the torture of having a huge sex toy thrust into his lower body every day, the pain almost made him forget the fear of death.
He begged for death every day. Every night, he would wake up from the tearing pain in his lower body.
Even in his dreams, that ugly purple toy penis would appear.
In his dreams, it turned into a terrifying purple python, coiling around his entire body, making it impossible for him to breathe.
But in the dream, Lester felt relieved.
He was really going to die.
Every day when he opened his eyes, he prayed for this to happen quickly.
Lester woke from the nightmare, and the pain in his lower body would remind him again that he was still alive.
He could not die. People William did not want dead could not die no matter what.
Lester saw William's calm face and suddenly smiled.
William was not as powerful as he had imagined.
He could keep others from dying, but he could not keep Isabella alive.
In William's heart, probably everyone in this world deserved to die.
Only Isabella — only she did not deserve to die.
But William's power still failed. He could not change Isabella's determination.
So he could only watch Isabella die right in front of him.
This was the best punishment for him.
Lester laughed out loud. Even though his laughter sounded strange after losing his tongue, he did not care.
He had lost, but William had not won either. Everyone had lost.
Thinking about this excited Lester.
He had given up cursing William.
Instead, he started looking forward to William coming to see him more often.
Because only then could he see that lifeless look on William's face.
Only then could he see the regret and guilt in his eyes.
William walked in numbly. Seeing the smile on Lester's face, he simply let go of the leash in his hand.
Then Juniper, with her pregnant belly, picked up the purple toy penis and altered Lester's body structure.
Only this way would Lester stop smiling.
William did not like seeing Lester smile.
His lower body still could not accommodate the entire purple toy penis — not even half of it would fit.
William looked at Juniper's back. His low voice slowly spoke.
"Deeper."
Juniper barked twice, then suddenly pushed hard with both hands, actually managing to force that huge toy penis in another knuckle's depth.
That sudden force made Lester pass out immediately.
Only then did William nod with satisfaction and sit in the chair prepared for him.
He watched as his men woke him up again and again, then made him pass out again.
Looking at the blood on her hands, Juniper was not scared at all. Her eyes were frighteningly bright.
Even brighter than a little girl staring at a cake.
It was not until William felt bored that he held the leash and returned to the villa.
This time, Ambrose in the corner did not follow and leave.
He actually walked toward that rusty iron door.