Chapter 198 The Relentless Torture

• Sylvia was pushed toward the wall. The cold, white surface loomed behind her, and from each corner of the wall, thick iron chains emerged mechanically. Each man grabbed one of the heavy chains and locked the cuffs around her wrists, tightening them so she couldn't break free.
• Her hands and feet were spread apart, with the long chains pulling her into a helpless, "X"-shaped position. She stood there, looking both humiliated and defeated.
• Her pale complexion, the bloodstain on her right shoulder, and the claw marks on her clothes made her appear even more fragile and thin. Yet, her face showed no fear; she stood there, calm and composed.