Sif was clearly determined to humiliate Vicky. Even though Vicky did not move, she remained nonchalant. “It’s fine if you don’t do it yourself. I have all the time I need… but I wonder how many rounds of torture would your father survive?”
Then, turning to one of her bodyguards, she asked, “Jimmy, is it true what they say, that the Martial Alliance are really good when it comes to torture? Tearing off the nails is apparently basic… They’d pour wine down eye sockets and flay their victims… Oh, the horror!”
“Yes, Ms. Lionheart.” Jimmy smiled. “With all the martial artists they have, they can make sure that the subject would keep breathing as long as they want. Talk about letting her father die by a thousand cuts—” “Stop!” Vicky cried, overwhelmed.
She could still see her father’s kind smile in her mind, and she knew her father he was never a pervert, and he had definitely been set up.
And she certainly knew who did it too, but she just did not have proof.
Even if she hated Sif to the bone, she knew that Sif was not exaggerating, and that her father was likely being put through the list of torture Sif mentioned.
Sif shrugged. “I know you’re a proud woman, Vicky, but aren’t you going to be more serious if you want to save your father? Did you really think I’d happily let you have proof if you just kowtowed and apologized? That’s so naive of you.”
“No, Sif. You never were going to help me!” Vicky snapped. “You’re the one who framed my father!”
“Oh, you finally guessed it?” Sif sneered gleefully. “Hahaha… You’re smart, Vicky, but only that smart. Yes, I was the one who framed your father, and it won’t just be you. I will bring down your entire family, and I will make sure Frank Lawrence suffers in eternal agony! Annulling my family’s engagement, stopping my brother’s master plan, and stealing his woman? You all deserve to die! And I will watch as every last Turnbull is crushed, while Frank screams on his knees in despair!”
It was a sham from the very start tonight, Sif would torment Vicky as savagely as she could, or she would not rest easy!
And Vicky was just the start… The Turnbulls, Frank, and even the South Sea Crow would not even know what was coming for them!
They would all pay for their insolence!
“You’ve gone too far, Sif!” Vicky bellowed icily. “Do you know what troubles await you and the Lionhearts once the mayor of Morhen finds out?!”
“The mayor of Morhen?”
Sif snorted in disdain. “He’s nothing more than a clown. No one could ever threaten the Lionhearts!”
Then, folding her arms before her chest, Sif leveled a gleeful sneer at Vicky. “Now, what are you going to do? Are you going to undress on your own, or do these kind folks around you have to help? Just look at them… They can barely wait!”
“Off! Off! Off!”
Sif’s call was like fuel to fire, and the masked figures around Vicky were all cheering in excitement even as they leered at her.
