Break Family Bonds, Stop Catering
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"Nayeli, so what if you're the McCarthy family's precious daughter?"
"Your brothers hate you!"
Nayeli McCarthy was chained to a rusted iron bed, her wrists and ankles raw and festering. The air reeked of blood and decay.
Lucia Montes stood beside the bed, gripping a scalpel. The blade caught the light as she smiled coldly.
"Carlos said if we harvest all your organs and sell them, we should make a decent profit!"
Nayeli's pupils contracted sharply. Her body thrashed violently.
The iron bed rattled and clanged. The chains dug deeper into her wounds, blood streaming down her wrists.
"Hold her down!"
At Lucia's command, two figures in white coats stepped forward—one pinning Nayeli's shoulders, the other her legs.
Lucia raised the scalpel and drove it hard into Nayeli's side.
A bloodcurdling scream tore from Nayeli's throat.
But Lucia wasn't finished. She grabbed a bottle of rubbing alcohol and poured it directly onto Nayeli's exposed abdomen.
"Ahhh!"
The alcohol seared her wounds. Nayeli's nails dug into her palms as hoarse, ragged screams clawed out of her throat.
"Stop screaming. I'm just disinfecting you."
"Your brothers hate you!"
Nayeli McCarthy was chained to a rusted iron bed, her wrists and ankles raw and festering. The air reeked of blood and decay.
Lucia Montes stood beside the bed, gripping a scalpel. The blade caught the light as she smiled coldly.
"Carlos said if we harvest all your organs and sell them, we should make a decent profit!"
Nayeli's pupils contracted sharply. Her body thrashed violently.
The iron bed rattled and clanged. The chains dug deeper into her wounds, blood streaming down her wrists.
"Hold her down!"
At Lucia's command, two figures in white coats stepped forward—one pinning Nayeli's shoulders, the other her legs.
Lucia raised the scalpel and drove it hard into Nayeli's side.
A bloodcurdling scream tore from Nayeli's throat.
But Lucia wasn't finished. She grabbed a bottle of rubbing alcohol and poured it directly onto Nayeli's exposed abdomen.
"Ahhh!"
The alcohol seared her wounds. Nayeli's nails dug into her palms as hoarse, ragged screams clawed out of her throat.
"Stop screaming. I'm just disinfecting you."















