Chapter 87 Nightshade Or Nightmare? Ii

• I could remember the first time I had tried to resist and refused to help them grab a lady off the street. Nightshade hadn't even said a word to scold me. Nightshade had made the other men that accompanied us grab the lady instead, and had taken me to the basement, tied me up and beat me until I couldn't move, and then he made me watch as he tortured and cut off the fingers of the same lady I had tried to protect. Then he had used her severed fingers to sexual assault here, and I was there to watch every single second of it.
• “It's your fault for being disobedient, Denzel,” Nightshade had said to me as he proceeded to stuff her sixth finger up her vagina without any warning what so ever.
• She died not long after that, since he refused to get her any form of medical care or attention. That shit traumatised me, and it somewhat still hurt to think about the fact that she would still be alive now if I had just behaved and grabbed her from the street back then.