Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom novel Chapter 332

The woman’s face was ghostly pale, her eyes wide with terror as she shook her head desperately. “Please… I’m begging you… let me go… I was wrong…”

Mandy blinked, her innocent-looking expression chilling in its contrast to the scene.

“Let you go? Why should I?” she replied, her voice calm and almost playful. “When you were beating up others in prison, did you ever let them go?”

“And now you want mercy? That’s not fair. That’s just being a hypocrite, don’t you think?”

Without warning, Mandy yanked out her knife. Blood spurted as the woman’s body convulsed, on the verge of passing out from pain and fear.

Grabbing a fistful of the woman’s hair, Mandy dragged her step by step into a pitch-black alleyway, shadows swallowing them both.

The woman trembled uncontrollably, terror etched across her face. Gone was her earlier arrogance, her swagger replaced by the naked fear of prey cornered by a predator.

So, she could be afraid after all.

Not long ago, she’d been boasting about how she’d tormented Claire in prison, basking in her own cruelty.

But now the tables had turned. She was the one at someone’s mercy. All that bravado had vanished, leaving only a broken shell.

Mandy curled her lip in disgust. She’d expected more from her.

Turns out, she was just another coward who bullied the weak and groveled before the strong.

The woman sobbed, “Wh-what do you want from me?”

“Oh, nothing much,” Mandy replied sweetly, her tone almost sing-song. “Just going to gouge out your eyes, cut out your tongue, make you deaf, and slice through your tendons. That’s all. Hee hee.”

With every word, the woman shook her head harder, eyes wild with panic. “No, please, I don’t want that! I never did anything to you! Why are you doing this?”

Mandy frowned, feigning innocence. “Who says I need a reason to do this to you?”

“Please… please… let me go… I’ll give you money…”

Mandy ignored her pleas and let out a sharp laugh.

Mandy wasted no time, twisting the blade before yanking it free—and plunging it into the other eye. Blood streamed down the woman’s cheeks as she writhed on the ground, clutching her ruined face, howling in agony.

“Now, for your tongue.”

Mandy pried open her mouth and shoved the knife inside. With a practiced flick, she sliced through the tongue. Blood gushed out, pooling on the cold pavement as the woman gurgled and choked, her cries reduced to helpless whimpers.

Next, Mandy picked up a jagged piece of stone and crouched by her side. “Everything you did to Claire in prison—I’m going to make sure you feel every bit of it.”

She raised the stone and brought it down hard on the woman’s ear. Once. Twice. The flesh split, blood pouring out, and soon the woman could hear nothing but the rush of her own blood.

The pain was too much; she passed out, but Mandy wasn’t finished.

She knelt, her knife glinting in the dark, and slashed through the tendons in the woman’s wrists and ankles.

The woman jerked awake with a strangled moan, her broken body twitching, her sobs echoing in the alley like the wails of a restless ghost.