Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 461:

Rachel’s stomach twisted.

And these were just the horrors she could see.

What about the ones hidden from her?

She didn’t dare let her mind wander further.

Before stepping foot in this place, Rachel had been skeptical. Wilson wielded immense power, but could he truly keep Brian contained?

If Brian wanted to escape, he would have found a way by now.

For him to remain here, there had to be something chaining him down. Now, she understood. Tracy was his weakness. If Brian fled and provoked Wilson, any one of these merciless methods could be used against Tracy.

“Ms. Marsh, walk another fifty meters. The door to the room on your right will open,” the voice instructed once more.

Rachel shuddered violently.

Her fear had reached its breaking point.

With every step she took, the dread tightened its grip on her. By the time she neared the room, her legs felt like lead, her movements sluggish, as if she were wading through quicksand. Each step took her an agonizing minute, but at last, she reached the second door.

Without warning, it swung open.

A blast of icy air slammed into her, piercing through her clothes and seeping into her skin.

“Please step inside,” the voice instructed.

As soon as she stepped in, the bone-chilling cold wrapped around her like a deathly embrace.

A violent sneeze erupted from her, and she instinctively clutched her arms around herself.

𝒆𝓷𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓬𝓴 𝒄𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓱𝒆𝓻𝑒: 𝗀𝒶𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝓈.𝒸𝑜𝓂

It didn’t take long for realization to set in—this was a freezing cellar. An ice cellar so cold that even the air felt razor-sharp against her skin. Within minutes, her body convulsed from the relentless cold. Her teeth chattered uncontrollably, and she trembled as if the very marrow in her bones had turned to ice.

The cold was unbearable.

But the stillness was a mistake. Her limbs stiffened, her fingers numbed, and frost clung to the strands of her hair like tiny, glistening daggers.

A wave of panic surged through her. If she stayed still, she’d freeze to death.

Mustering every ounce of strength, Rachel forced herself upright and began to jog in small, unsteady steps, fighting to keep her body from succumbing to the merciless cold.

She had to keep moving. Only by forcing her body to stay active could she generate enough warmth to last the hour.noveldrama

Wilson’s punishments weren’t just physical—they carved themselves into the soul, leaving scars that would never fade.

The horrors she had witnessed on her way here had been enough to shake her, but this ice cellar—this was his version of mercy, granted only because of Natalia.

Rachel had no idea how long she had been running. Her limbs were still stiff, her skin frozen numb.

Every breath she took felt like inhaling shards of ice. Her energy was draining fast.

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