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Ch.115 MOHIT.

She sighed with a pout and without turning her head in any direction. She chose the last finger of the chained man and. . .

She pressed the betel cutter' s edges together and that chained man's right foot's last finger chopped. He screamed and shrieked in that severe pain. Blood was flooding from that chopped part 0f his foot and that lady was still too cold and emotionless.

She picked that chopped little finger between her thumb and index finger's grip and glared at it with an evil smirk, " Next week. I will treat you to the next level. Your screamings, still not reaching my ears." 

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