Chapter 493

However, she was in no position to move without drawing attention. She took a slow, controlled breath and cautiously opened her eyes just as the warehouse door swung open. Men hauled in a heavy green chair and a strange machine that looked like it could power it.

Her pulse quickened as she heard the hum of the machine powering on. She had to act now or she would lose her last opportunity for escape. The thought of what awaited her if she failed sent a wave of nausea through her, but she couldn’t afford to dwell on it. There was no room for fear now. Only action.

The leader entered behind them, clapping his hands in delight. “Perfect! It’s even better than I imagined,” he said, his voice dripping with sick enthusiasm. He ran his hand lovingly over the chair’s surface, like an artist admiring a masterpiece.

The leader’s glee was palpable as he admired the electric chair, running his hand over the cold metal again as if it were some prized possession. It wasn’t just a tool for torture,