She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 272

Sabrina’s brow furrowed ever so slightly. Back in northern Myanmar, she’d seen far too many basements like this.

A cramped room, barely big enough for a handful of people, packed with half-naked men and women. Their eyes were hollow, faces slack with numb despair. No one here was waiting for rescue—they were just waiting for death, and wanted it to come quickly. But in places like this, life and death were never your own decision to make.

Right now, all the people on the ground were unconscious. They’d need to be woken up before anything else could happen.

Bryce caught her gaze, a curious spark flickering in his eyes. “Are we questioning them all together, or one by one?”

“One at a time,” Sabrina replied without hesitation.

That was always the most efficient method—police interrogations were done the same way. Fewer mistakes, and people tended to break faster when they were alone.

Bryce grinned. “Exactly what I was thinking.”

With a wave of his hand, his men dragged the other six captives from the floor and hauled them into another basement room, leaving just one trembling figure behind. The guards kicked the man on the ground, jolting him awake.

The man’s eyes snapped open—glassy with terror and rage. He shivered, his thin shirt soaked from the cold water they’d thrown on him. He’d been lying there, limp as a ragdoll, on a damp, icy floor that felt freezing even in the middle of summer. His hands and feet were bound tight. There was no point in struggling.

He let out a shaky breath and gave up, body slack.

“I’m not here to waste time,” Sabrina said, her voice as cold and sharp as a winter wind. “I ask, you answer.”

She had her suspicions about who was behind this—but she needed to hear it from his own mouth.

“Who sent you?” she demanded.

The man’s eyes darted around, wild and uncertain. He knew he was caught—there was no way out. Still, he prided himself on being tough. He’d never rat out his people. He glared at Sabrina, his look full of hatred—if looks could kill, she’d have been shredded to pieces.

Without warning, she drove the knife straight into his thigh. The blade slid in as if slicing through butter—a sharp, searing pain shot through him. Blood spattered, hot and bright, staining the grimy floor.

He stared in shock at the wound. Hadn’t she even tried to scare him a little more first? Wasn’t there supposed to be more warning? This woman was absolutely ruthless.

Bryce actually took a step back, tugging at his collar, startled. He hadn’t realized Sabrina would move so quickly. Definitely not a woman to cross—if she could use her hands, she’d never waste time with words.

Sabrina watched the blood drip from her knife, her tone utterly indifferent. “You’ve got thirty seconds.”

Panic flashed in the man’s eyes. She meant it. If he didn’t talk in thirty seconds, she’d stab him again. He steeled himself, jaw clenching. Death was starting to look better than this. He tried to bite his tongue off, but Sabrina saw it coming—her boot connected with his face, and two teeth flew from his mouth.

“Trying to die?” Sabrina sneered, a cold smile playing at her lips. “Believe me, I can make you wish you were dead.”