Mated To My Best Friend's Lycan Alpha Brothers novel Chapter 169

Chapter 169: I Am Sorry Kiddo

(Author’s POV)

"Jeffery Yates wants to adopt this bitch. Do you know what that means?" Palmer Hill asked Lance, while she held Myra’s delicate chin roughly, her nails dug into her cheeks.

Myra was a sobbing mess. Her eyes were veiny and red. She was scared, truly scared. Palmer Hill was behaving like a mad person. There was something in her eyes, she was bloodthirsty. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Palmer then smirked viciously as she said, while looking Myra’s horrific state, "Don’t worry, Lance. Do you think I kidnapped her without a plan? I have a solid one in my kitty. We can cute her tongue and feed it to dogs. Once she becomes mute and unworthy, neither will she be able to tell anyone nor Jeffery will want to adopt her."

Myra couldn’t believe what she was hearing. How evil and venomous Palmer Hill was towards her, a mere five year old child.

Tears spilled like fountain, as they landed on Palmer’s dorsal side of the hand. She was getting frantic as she shook her head, wanting to free herself but she couldn’t shake Palmer’s iron grip.

With tremor in her voice, Myra pleaded, "Ms. Hill, please ...... please don’t do this to me. Spare me. I won’t tell anyone about this. I swear. Please let me go. I will be a good child who will listen to your every command. But please, let go of me."

Palmer Hill was enjoying Myra’s terrified state. She started laughing, her laughter turning maniacal. With a shrill voice she spat, "What a day, my~ my? The girl who never pleaded even when I did beat you like a rat you are, is begging me. How refreshing. This cursed child is begging me. I am loving it."

By this time, Palmer had lost all of her sanity. If she could, she wanted to kill Myra. But killing her would be a buzzkill. She was a twisted person and wanted to torture Myra.

Ever since she became the warden at Hope and Will Orphanage, Myra had irked her interested. She was a stubborn brat who would stand up for other children mistreatment. Though, she was just three year old at that time, she would advocate and defend every single child, with her slurry vocabulary. She has stick out like a sore thumb.

Myra was strong willed, which irritated Palmer. So. She would always pick on her and then torture her.

In the beginning, she would not provide Myra food for a whole day. Then it turned into several days. After a period of time, this punishment became boring so she started abusing her verbally, throwing insults and curses t Myra.

Soon, those verbal abuses turned into physical beating.

She left Myra’s face and backed away.

Lance who was with Palmer looked at Myra with intense eyes. Myra tried to plead with him, "Mr. please help me. I won’t tell a soul. Pleaseeeeeeee." He looked the other way as he clenched his fists and then unclenched them. He then shoved a ragged cloth in her mouth as he whispered, ’It won’t hurt as much."

He then turned around and walked away, looking for Palmer.

Myra was devasted. Her head was hammering and her entire body was aching. She was even running a fever. Cold sweat kept trickling down her forehead. Her clothes were dampened and soaked as well.

She tried to scream, yell, anything for help but she could only produce faint and muffled noise. She tried to look at where she was.

The wooden room was humid and damp. The flooring in it creaked when Palmer and Lance walked on it. There was a small window through which sunlit was prickling inside. There was some bones and flesh bundled in a corner, making Myra puke. The smell inside the room was horrible.

Myra tried to calm herself and think where she could be. According to her, there was no such place on the orphanage land like this. She squeezed her eyes shut and remembered something. ’This might be the shack which is at some distance from the orphanage. This means I am near the orphanage. If I somehow free myself and run back, maybe I can still survive.’

Palmer had tied Myra’s hands on an iron chair which was rusting. Its sharp edges were digging at her back and hands. She leaned forward and raised her hands to come into positing. Then she started rubbing the rope, in order to cut it.

This went on for five minutes, but the rope was sturdy. Myra was getting exhausted but she couldn’t afford to stop. Her life was on the line. She kept pushing and rubbing at it, her fragile body was on the verge of collapsing.

Soon, she saw a breakthrough as the rope became a little loose but it still was not enough.

Myra’s determination didn’t deflate rather she started scarping her hands up and down enthusiastically. She was determined to get out of this place.

The sudden creaking sound made Myra halt what she was doing. She leaned back and sat straight, without making any movement. The door creaked as Lance entered the place with a sharp object.

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