In My Desperate Time

I don't know why, but I look at Whitney and suddenly start to worry about her.
Even though I know that I shouldn't have such worries.
I should hate her, shouldn't I?
To me, being soft-hearted is definitely not a good thing.
"What do you plan to do with her?" I ask.
"Actually, you already know, don't you?"
He's right, I do know. Once, I was almost raped. I understand the malicious gazes of those men.
Such a thing to a woman is undoubtedly fatal.
I wanted to stop Frances from doing this, but thinking of the child who dies tragically at the hands of Whitney, I nod.
"Yes."
Frances smiles and walks over to take out the cloth from Whitney's mouth.
Whitney's tears immediately fall. She looks pitifully at Frances and pleads him, "Frances, please don't. Don't do this to me. I can't
be ruined by these people. I'll die for this. Can you let me go? Please, I don't want to be ruined by them. I only love you. For the
sake of that we used to be husband and wife, please let me go. I promise that I will never do anything to hurt Jane again. Really,
I swear!"
Her eyes are filled with despair.
Frances is her last hope.
However, the last ray of starlight also falls here.
"Whitney, even if you die ten times, it's not enough to pay for what you've done. Killing you is a one-off solution. It's easier for
you. Rather than doing this, I might as well do something that will make you painful for the rest of your life."
The smile on Frances’ face is cold, and his eyes are filled with killing intent.

This is the first time that I've truly realized how terrifying he is since I've known him for so long.
However, this man who panics others makes me feel so eased.
Whitney sits on the ground dejectedly, her eyes filled with fear. She shakes her head, hoping that Frances would change his
mind.
But this man's heart is as cold as ice.
"Jane, it's all because of you! If it weren't for you, Frances wouldn't have divorced me, and we wouldn't have become like this. I
hate you. I hate you! I won't let you go, even if I die. I'll drag you to hell!" Whitney turns around and grits her teeth.
I feel I've been covered with goose bumps because of what she says.
I couldn't help but take two steps back, but Frances tightly grips my hands.
"Don't be afraid. I'm here. You'll be fine. In this world, no one can hurt you."
I calm down a little and I grab Frances’ hand.
Frances winks at the gangsters and says in a low voice, "Take her in."
There is a small dark room beside.
The gangsters nod and walk towards Whitney.
They look so eager as if they wish they could do that with Whitney immediately.
Whitney is struggling and she is dragged to the small room by those people. Then the door is tightly shut.
Very quickly, her screaming comes from inside.
My heart also beats fiercely.
Painful groans and cries come through the door, and I also feel quite bad and it was very uncomfortable.
"Frances, you will regret it! You will definitely regret for what you've done to me today!"