"It hurts so much, Mr. Aiden, please let go!" Fille struggled incessantly against the cell door, "My eyes! I'm going blind!"
Tears poured out of her already reddened eyes relentlessly like a floodgate had been opened. But all she could do was wipe them with her elbow since her hands were already covered in onion juice.
This was something that could have been easily resolved with a basin of clean water, yet one of her hands was tightly gripped by Aiden and pulled outside the bars.
"Just being stung by onion won't blind you, after all, you did it to yourself," Aiden said indifferently, grasping Fille's wrist without letting go.
Fille was a bona fide liar, deceiving men was as natural to her as breathing — once hooked, she'd drain every last drop of their utility. In some ways, she was genuinely as dangerous as those prisoners rated orange and red.
