With a halting gait, aided by mobility aids, Emilia berated Jansen, striking his chest mercilessly.
Emilia's breaths came in ragged gasps as she continued to strike him. Her face was contorted with a mixture of rage and anguish. It was clear that this confrontation was as much about her pain as it was about his wrongdoing.
Jansen winced with each blow but made no attempt to defend himself.
Emilia's voice cracked with anger and despair as she continued to berate Jansen. Her emotions were a tempest, a whirlwind of rage and heartache, and they poured out in her words.
"Die, you bastard! You have to take responsibility for all of this. My face..." She turned her gaze towards the window's reflection, lamenting her once-beautiful visage that now bore the scars of the accident. "My beautiful face! Jansen! You have plenty of money, right? You can surely afford to make me beautiful again, can't you? You'll give me money like you always do..."
But as she looked into Jansen's eyes, her words faltered, and her expression shifted to one of disgust.
"...right? You'll make me beautiful again, won't you?" Emilia's voice became a wail as she cried in front of Jansen, behaving like the most wounded soul on the face of the Earth
Jansen's demeanor hardened as Emilia's words became more biting. He signaled to his guards to remove her from the room, his patience wearing thin.
"Hey, lowly woman! Your only value has ever been your pretty face and beautiful body. What else do you have? You're utterly shameless," Jansen declared coldly, his dismissive tone cutting through the room like a knife.
"We have no connection anymore. Now you look utterly repulsive and ugly, while I can easily find another woman who is far more beautiful, not wretched like you!"
Emilia's screams filled the room as she desperately tried to break free from Jansen's guards. She was determined to escape their clutches, to break free from this twisted reality that had ensnared her. Her cries reverberated, echoing her anguish and desperation for all to hear.
"No! You have to take responsibility! I became like this because I picked you up from the bar! How am I supposed to fix my face, ruined by this accident? A prostitute?" Emilia shouted in disbelief.
Before the accident, Emilia's face was a dream come true for many. She had flawless skin, captivating eyes with long, luscious eyelashes, and a smile that could melt anyone's heart. Every feature of her face appeared perfect, like a living work of art.
However, after the accident, her face was severely injured. The once-smooth skin was now covered in scars, stitches, and swelling. Her once-beautiful eyes were surrounded by bruises, and her eyelashes had fallen out due to burns. Her lips, once enticing, now looked pale and cracked.
These changes had shattered her once-dazzling allure. Emilia now had to face the bitter reality that her former beauty had vanished due to the tragic accident, and she had to learn to accept and love herself again with her drastically altered appearance.
"So, even as a prostitute, you won't sell!" Jansen demeaned her further.
"Argh! You heartless monster! What can a crippled man like you do?! Finding women more beautiful?! Who would want a crippled man who lost his manhood?"
Emilia's breath was ragged. She used every remaining moment in Jansen's room to curse him, pouring out her rage and frustration.
Before the accident, Jansen was known for his arrogant charm and good looks. He was the kind of man who had his pick of beautiful women.
However, now, with his body disfigured and face scarred from the accident, his once-confident demeanor had crumbled, leaving behind a man filled with insecurity and anger.
Also, he lost his dick.
The room seemed to shrink in the face of Emilia's fury. The taste of revenge was bittersweet, but it was all she had left in her world of shattered dreams and lost beauty.
"Hey, you crippled man who can't even walk properly! I'm still a woman even with a face like this. But you? You can't even be a man anymore because you lost your manhood!" She pointed mockingly at Jansen, a triumphant laugh escaping her. Emilia had given up on seeking Jansen's pity to regain her beauty.
"You swine! Why haven't you taken her out already?! Aren't you paid to do your job?" Jansen snapped at his guards, his face twisted in anger and frustration. He couldn't bear to listen to Emilia's taunts any longer.
Jansen's fury overtook him, and he found himself unable to control his own body. He launched himself off the bed, crashing to the floor with a painful thud. Sweat covered his face, veins bulging as he contorted in agony. His features flushed red, mirroring the intensity of his anger, all of it directed at Emilia.
"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be like this, damn it! It's all your fault! You should be the one taking responsibility!"
Emilia, seething with rage at his words, sank her teeth into the hands of the two guards who were trying to restrain her.
With a brutal, unrelenting ferocity, she launched herself at Jansen, delivering vicious blows to his body. Her actions bordered on madness.