Chapter 345: The Crowbar
It was Avery of course, and she was dragging some kind of a crowbar on the ground.
Before Anastasia could react, Avery had already hit her in the face with the object.
She felt her head banging as she stumbled backward, her back hitting the floor. She hadn’t seen Avery with the crowbar earlier, so where did she get it from?
Anastasia felt a warm liquid stream down her face. She didn’t need to touch it to know it was her very own blood streaming down her face.
Avery had hit her hard against her face, tearing her skin. That spot burned, her entire face burned with such unbearable pain that tempted her to cry at the spot.
"I usually stab my victims, but with you, I don’t want to do only that." Avery took a step closer to Anastasia while the latter instinctively took one backward but the only thing that met her was the gate. "I want to carve that beautiful face of yours into something unique. Do you get my point?" She asked.
"You asked if Michelle and I were working together? I’m sure you already know the answer. Yes, we are working together. Although I wouldn’t say it’s a mutual relationship since I’m just a sex slave." Avery giggled at the end of her words as if proud of herself.
"You see," Avery began casually, a twisted smile on her face, "she wanted to get back at you for whatever crap you two have between you—none of my business, so I didn’t bother listening. But she did mention she could find a way to get me into this factory if I got you into real trouble. And, well, that’s how I came up with the idea to trick you."
Her tone grew lighter, almost playful, as she continued. "Of course, I wanted to kill you when I found out you were going to be sold before me! I’ve been here for five whole years, and no man has ever wanted me. Isn’t it natural to get jealous when newer girls are sold before me?" She blinked at Anastasia innocently, almost childlike, though her words dripped with venom.