Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 213

"What are you going to do?" Joyce questioned in a cold voice, "It's illegal to question me privately!"

"Oh, illegal? Joyce, someone is not happy with you, and they let me teach you a good lesson." The prison guard took out a long whip from her waist and "snapped" it in her hand repeatedly.

The silver-black whip, thick and strong, glowed with an icy cold light.

She could imagine how bad it would hurt with such a whip.

Joyce sucked in a breath of cold air. She thought the prison guard would at most force confessions from her, and she did not think that right in the detention center, they would be so bold to torture her.

"Who is it that asks you to do this? Aren't you afraid that I'll turn you in when I get out?" Joyce knew full well that there was no way this prison guard could answer her question, she was just trying to buy herself some time as she looked for something she could use to block her whip.

"Haha." The prison guard laughed out loud, extremely arrogant, "You are too naive, who will believe your words, all I need to say is that you intend to escape, so I bring you to this small black room. It’s so reasonable, wouldn’t you say? As long as you are not killed, what can they do to me, and it’s you who have asked for it!"

"Joyce, you should not have offended so many people, and now I can't help it." The prison guard raised her whip and swung it down.

Joyce dodged sideways. She had long practiced agility in her shooting training.

"Ha, I can't see that you still have all the tricks up your sleeve." When the prison guard saw that Joyce could dodge, she became energized instead. She laughed evilly while pacing slowly towards Joyce, a bloodthirsty glint in her eyes.

Suddenly, she flung her whip again violently.