Pale-faced, Nicole glared at them, her eyes filled with questions.

The two women laughed ominously.

"You'll find out soon."

Despite the difficulty of smuggling items in, these two women produced several toothpicks. One remarked, “We're just paid to do this. Our job is to torture you before finishing you off. Blame the man you've offended. You hurt someone dear to him."

The other woman added somberly, "Women should never trust men. When they're in love, you're everything. When love fades, they'll crush you without a second thought.”

As they conversed, their actions were coordinated and deliberate.

One held Nicole's hand while the other took the disguised toothpick, a hidden silver needle within.

She pushed the needle under Nicole's nails, causing sharp, intense pain.

Nicole's agonized screams echoed in the night, a chilling sound of sheer torment.

"Uh! Ahhh!"

The pain was excruciating, akin to being slowly sliced. It was a fate worse than death.

Nicole unleashed intense howls as though someone was methodically slicing through her flesh, piece by agonizing piece, with a knife.

The excruciating pain pushed her into a state even more unbearable than death.

Her face and body were drenched in cold sweat from the unbearable pain, each drop hitting the floor. Her body convulsed beyond her control, and even her toes quivered.

Nicole's vision blurred, white flashes dotting her sight, while the two women's voices distorted.

“Is she going to die?"

"Doesn't matter. She's as good as dead. Just cut off her fingers and finish this."

Nicole's hand was forcibly spread and pressed against the floor. A blade gleamed in the short-haired woman's hand as she_ savagely slashed at Nicole's fingers.

The blade sliced deep, hitting bone, and blood spewed forth.

Nicole's gaze fixated on the blood, the physical pain paling in comparison to the anguish in her heart.