Twisted Ties of Love
Chapter 439

Izabella conducted a careful inspection of each room. She found that the French windows were rock-solid and unbreakable, but the windows inside the room could be opened. Even though she could climb out through the window, the height made it impossible for her to get down from there.

It was about 26 feet from the window to the ground. One false move and a fall from that height could lead to serious injury or even disability. Moreover, there were eyes watching from below. Even if she jumpec from the window, there was no guarantee that she could escape.

The situation was looking pretty bleak. Her only option was to wait for Nathaniel to wake up and see if he was willing to help her escape.

Izabella roamed the room in search of an escape route and found herself in a lab filled with vials of potions in various colors. The strange colors of those potions were creepy and brought back some unpleasan memories for Izabella.

She had tasted the agony those potions could inflict before.

Izabella smashed all the vials she could find, and if she couldn't, she at least broke the bottles. The room was filled with the sound of breaking glass, like an emotional outlet.

She left a few syringes filled with some of them, not exactly knowing what was inside, but she was sure it wasn't anything good.

Nathaniel had a thing for those. They could cause extreme pain but were not lethal, making life a living hell.

Looking at the state of the room, Izabella could only think of the tortured version of herself from the past.

Izabella closed her eyes tightly. Nathaniel had brought her there, no doubt intending for her to relive her past tortures. But he certainly didn't expect that he would be the one to fall first. Izabella didn't know how long the effects of the substance in the ring would last, or whether it could wake him up.

Standing over Nathaniel, her eyelashes fluttering, she gently lifted his chin with her index finger.

After she had loosened his tie, his collar fell open, revealing a large portion of his neck. She felt his carotid artery and traced it down to his arm. She laughed. Indeed, no one's luck could last forever. Izabella carefully observed the changes in Nathaniel's body. It was probably the same thing he used to torture her with.

After a few seconds, she heard a groan from Nathaniel, followed by a layer of cold sweat appearing on his forehead.

His eyelids twitched but remained closed as if he was trapped in a nightmare and he couldn't wake up from it even if he tried.

Izabella fetched a bucket of cold water from the kitchen and threw it over Nathaniel.

The chilly autumn temperature made the water shockingly cold. Nathaniel struggled and opened his eyes, which were bloodshot and looked horrific.

Upon waking up, he felt severe pain in his left arm, like it was drained and weak. Along with that came a throbbing headache as if there was a balloon inside his head, constantly expanding, ready to burst at any moment.

Nathaniel took a deep breath. The pain was familiar. With his head drooping, he scanned the floor. His laughter started from a whisper and grew louder. He was laughing while his body was shaking.

Izabella discarded the bucket and stood in front of Nathaniel.

"I want out," She firmly declared.

Nathaniel didn't seem to hear her. He was still laughing. He probably never thought that what he did to Izabella would come back to haunt him, that their roles would be reversed, and he would be the one getting tortured.

Looking up at Izabella, enduring the pain, he gritted his teeth and said, "Izabella, when you chose to take revenge on Brett in that way three years ago, I felt sorry for you. Because I thought you were like me, good at pretending, looking innocent but inside, you're ruthless. How does it feel to experience an unprecedented pleasure?"

"Don't lump me together with you, it disgusts me. You tortured me because you couldn't deal with Brett. Rather than you couldn't deal with Brett, it's more accurate to say that you didn't have the capacity to fight him. I became the sacrificial lamb to your incompetence, and now I'm simply returning the pain you inflicted on me,"

As Izabella talked, she approached Nathaniel.

She switched places with him, but her movements were graceful.

She had only changed her soul, her appearance remained the same, but somehow, she was becoming more and more beautiful. She had reached the pinnacle of the beauty she used to possess as Bell Salotti.

Especially at that moment, when she smiled, her beauty was unparalleled. But her raven-black eyelashes were filled with menacing aura.

Walking from in front of Nathaniel to behind him, she pinched his finger and tauntingly said, "Let's play a game, shall we?"

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