Chapter 641

Madison's throat, bruised and purple, burned with pain as if on fire. Her vision blurred, and darkness threatened to consume her. But she gritted her teeth, stubbornly enduring the searing agony. No matter how much Murphy tormented or humiliated her, she would never give in. She believed—no, she knew—that Evelyn would be safe. She would never fall into his clutches. Murphy sneered coldly before walking away, leaving chaos in his wake. The dungeon returned to its deathly silence, broken only by Madison's faint, labored breaths—a fragile yet unyielding thread of life. In that suffocation stillness, memories of Evelyn flooded her mind. She recalled the times they had spent together—their laughter, their carefree days when the world seemed full of light and joy. But now, fate had cruelly torn them apart, thrusting them into worlds of pain and peril. One, trapped in a living nightmare, her fate hanging by a thread. The other, braving dangers outside, walking a razor's edge at every