Chapter 263: Suffer
The room was dimly lit, the shadows dancing across the walls like wraiths. Abby sat comfortably on the plush, velvet armchair, her fingers tapping rhythmically on the armrest. Across from her, Cage leaned casually against the wall, his eyes fixated on her with an intensity that bordered on admiration and fear.
"What are you planning to do with Margaret ?" Cage asked, his voice a low murmur that barely disturbed the eerie silence.
Abby shrugged, a playful smirk curving her lips. "I don’t know, Cage. What do you think I should do to her? All those years of bullying—what do you think is the best punishment?"
Cage shifted, his face betraying a mix of curiosity and unease. He knew Abby well enough to understand that her mind was a labyrinth of dark thoughts, each corner harboring a new, twisted idea. "I think you already have something in mind," he said cautiously.
Abby’s smirk widened into a grin, her eyes gleaming with a sinister light. "Oh, I do. But I want to hear your thoughts first."
Cage took a deep breath, stepping closer to Abby. "She deserves to suffer for what she did to you. But it needs to be slow, drawn out. Something that breaks her spirit bit by bit."
Abby nodded slowly, her gaze piercing through Cage. "Exactly. I was thinking of something that would make her question her sanity. You know, make her doubt every aspect of her life until she crumbles."
Cage felt a shiver run down his spine. Abby’s calm demeanor as she discussed such malevolent plans was unnerving. "Like what? Psychological torture?"
Abby leaned forward, her eyes narrowing. "Precisely. We start with small things—things that only she would notice. Move her belongings, leave cryptic messages, distort her reality. Make her feel like she’s losing her mind."