I Was Sent to Prison By My Brothers And My Mate, Lost Memory, Found True Mate

eled and covered in wounds. With a loud "thud", she dropped

ned for life, and I can never compete with you again. Please, don't send me to

ce instantly darkened, a

h, he lung

off the ground, and my feet

ry his hands away with my

other was even

sending plates, bowls crashing to

abbed a dinner knife, his

nife deep into my thigh. Instantly, blood spurted out, and the

is eyes as cold as ice, di

unced the cancellati

my blood - soaked and wounded bod

tlessly delivered me to that pi

at the prison, several

es, which they jabbed into my bo

d soon, my body was covered i

ble, causing me to roll on the col

a tattered and filthy cotton - padded j

est brother, Jones, sto

anger, and the disgust

his voice echoing

? And what about the top - of - the - line restoration potion I sent you with a special messenger? That cost a fortune! Did you pour it down the drain like it was foot - washing water? Look at

ad spu

d my hea

ry for three long years. Now, when it came out of Jones's m

landed on my face, a fierce bl

e whipped out a sharp fol

ervously, rapidly openi

cold glint was like a deadly arr

rance of t

lpel that had once sliced th

ng pain of that scalpel cutting through my skin and reaching my ver

dropped to my knee

e hard floor, produ

ks of blood oozed

ng down my face, and cri

hat scalpel again. I'll do whatever you ask. Plea