Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 213

"What are you going to do?" Joyce questioned in a cold voice, "It's illegal to question me privately!"

"Oh, illegal? Joyce, someone is not happy with you, and they let me teach you a good lesson." The

prison guard took out a long whip from her waist and "snapped" it in her hand repeatedly.

The silver-black whip, thick and strong, glowed with an icy cold light.

She could imagine how bad it would hurt with such a whip.

Joyce sucked in a breath of cold air. She thought the prison guard would at most force confessions

from her, and she did not think that right in the detention center, they would be so bold to torture her.

"Who is it that asks you to do this? Aren't you afraid that I'll turn you in when I get out?" Joyce knew full

well that there was no way this prison guard could answer her question, she was just trying to buy

herself some time as she looked for something she could use to block her whip.

"Haha." The prison guard laughed out loud, extremely arrogant, "You are too naive, who will believe Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

your words, all I need to say is that you intend to escape, so I bring you to this small black room. It’s so

reasonable, wouldn’t you say? As long as you are not killed, what can they do to me, and it’s you who

have asked for it!"

"Joyce, you should not have offended so many people, and now I can't help it." The prison guard raised

her whip and swung it down.

Joyce dodged sideways. She had long practiced agility in her shooting training.

"Ha, I can't see that you still have all the tricks up your sleeve." When the prison guard saw that Joyce

could dodge, she became energized instead. She laughed evilly while pacing slowly towards Joyce, a

bloodthirsty glint in her eyes.

Suddenly, she flung her whip again violently.

"Bang!” “Pop!" The wooden table in the small dark room cracked at the sound and fell apart on the

spot.

Joyce took a few steps back and frowned at the power of the whip, which was far more powerful than

she had thought. The room was small and there was not enough room for her to maneuver. If this

continued, she could not avoid it.

"How's that? Are you scared? I like to see this kind of frightened and fearful and helpless look in your

eyes. Come on, get down on your knees and beg me, maybe I can do it a little lighter." The prison

guard laughed rampantly.

Just at that moment, Joyce found a chance, suddenly picked up the chair, aimed at the prison guard's

arm and smashed down with all her might.

"Ah!" The prison guard screamed, "Damn it!"

The prison guard's eyes flowed instantly with tears of pain, and her right arm seemed as if the bones

had cracked. She gritted her teeth, irritated. After the pain subdued a bit, she simply used her left hand

to raise the whip, sweeping the whip in the small dark room like she was crazy. Wherever the whip

came, it would turn into a field of debris.

Joyce had been dodging for a while.

Although she had been agile all the time, she could not avoid receiving a whip on her back.

Joyce grunted and gritted her teeth to endure the pain. Her entire back was like on fire, like being

burned repeatedly by the flames, but fortunately the prison guard used her left hand, which did not

have as much strength. If she had received a solid whip, she was afraid she couldn't even stand up at

the moment.

"Bitch, I'll beat up that foxy face of yours. Let’s how you can seduce men in the future!" The prison

guard revealed a bloodthirsty and cruel smile as she aimed at Joyce's stunning face and prepared to

swing the whip again.

At this time, "Bang!” "Bang!” "Bang!” The door of the small dark room was suddenly kicked hard.

The door was opened after three hard kicks…