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On my way home, I was kidnapped by my husband Elliot's enemie.
To force Elliot to show himself, the kidnapper slashed my face and pulled out my fingernails.
Unable to reach Elliot, he started live streaming my torture.
He repeatedly cut open my skin and even poured salt water on my wounds over and over, yet wouldn't let me die completely.
The police frantically searched for Elliot, but he had turned off his phone, busy celebrating an anniversary with his mistress.
The day I was rescued, he looked at my body covered in wounds and covered his mistress's eyes:
"Don't look at her, it's disgusting."
They were relieved the kidnapper was dead, thinking their plot would never be exposed.
But they didn't know that before dying, the kidnapper had given me all the evidence.
You two scumbags, prepare to die.

Kidnapped on My Way Home

"Do you know who wanted you this time? You should be grateful. This part leaving you will reach heights you could never achieve in your lifetime."


"Alright, stop crying. I'll make sure you suffer less."


Countless videos, different people on the beds, but the scene never changed, and the doctor remained the same—always Elliot.


After watching for a few minutes, I couldn't bear to watch anymore and closed the video immediately.


The comments below the video were growing at an alarming rate.


"This Elliot is a real beast! How can someone like this be a doctor? He's clearly a murderer!"


"Don't say anymore. From the videos, it seems he didn't even give these victims anesthesia to ensure the 'goods' were fresh!"


"So these victims endured it all while fully conscious? No wonder that kidnapper wanted to torture his darling. This is karma!"


It was only at this moment that I finally understood the kidnapper's words—that incident a hundred times worse than doctor-patient conflicts.


Chapter 8