55 The Perfect Gentleman (2/2)
'Focus Le-anne. What then if he did like you? You are here to be an empress not be some General's wife.' A voice whispered from the other side of her brain.
'But what if he is there to rescue her from her torturous life. What if he is the one person there to set things right?' Another defended.
She agreed with the first one. She was here to be empress and this was her time to strategise. Her father would hear the news soon that she had been locked up which is why when she came out, progress had to be made. She needed to yield results to keep her father from discarding her.
”Li Lian!” Someone shouted her name from the passageway and Le-anne scrambled up.
'It is my time to leave,' she thought as she rushed over to the cell gate.
”Li Lian, the cause of all my problems,” the Head of the Dungeon jabbered, eyes wide open to intimidate her. ”Lost my job for protecting you, what a shame?”
Was it not General Feng protecting her?
”But guess what? Today, on my last day here I got a parting gift,” he grinned exposing a gap between his teeth. ”Another set of orders have come commanding me to punish you heavily.”
”Shénme?(what) From who?”
”Who cares? I just get to punish you. Mo come and take your parcel.” He ordered and gave her the widest mocking smile his face could allow. The passageway started to thud with heavy footsteps before exposing her worst nightmare.
Mo, the punisher was back in her life.
He was bigger than the last time she saw him at the Punishment Bureau. His legs were still wide and his body still did not have much clothing. That was alright, but not the fact that he still owned the wide canning stick.
Mo versus Le-anne, she knew she could knock him out, but when she saw that he was not alone she thought again. Another punisher the size of Mo was following suit behind him. Le-anne couldn't escape this one. She was doomed.
And she wasn't wrong about that because that night they dragged her to the Punishment Bureau and grilled her like they would treat meat. They kicked, punched and pounded her and by the time Grand Consort Shu got there, she was mashed potatoes.
S.V