Wayne Bailey had thought of countless ways to torture himself, to experience all the pain that Anna Jadwin had suffered.
Starving, cutting his wrist, swallowing a ring, being abused all over his body.
However, all of these punishments were actually useless and meaningless to him.
Even if he did nothing, the inner whipping he suffered was already painful enough for him. It was as if his entire body was being pierced by torturous steel needles, and every cell was in pain.
Having not eaten for several more days and refusing the nutrients, he suddenly collapsed.
Wilfred had tried every persuasion, but it seemed as if the young master had suddenly lost the will to live.
[I've said all there is to say. Wayne Bailey, do you know why I never sought your help no matter how desperate and scared I was in life?]
[Because you never believed in me.]
[Because you never gave me a sense that I could rely on you.]
