You Hit My Heart
Chapter 213

"What are you going to do?" Joyce questioned in a cold voice, “It'sillegal to question me privately!"

"Oh, illegal? Joyce, someone is not happy with you, and they let meteach you a good lesson.” The prison guard took out a long whip fromher waist and "snapped" it in her hand repeatedly.

The silver-black whip, thick and strong, glowed with an icy cold light.She could imagine how bad it would hurt with such a whip.

Joyce sucked in a breath of cold air. She thought the prison guardwould at most force confessions from her, and she did not think thatright in the detention center, they would be so bold to torture her."Who is it that asks you to do this? Aren't you afraid that I'll turn you inwhen I get out?" Joyce knew full well that there was no way this prisonguard could answer her question, she was just trying to buy herselfsome time as she looked for something she could use to block herwhip.

"Haha." The prison guard laughed out loud, extremely arrogant, "Youare too naive, who will believe your words, all I need to say is that youintend to escape, so I bring you to this small black room. It's soreasonable, wouldn't you say? As long as you are not killed, what canthey do to me, and it's you who have asked for it!"

"Joyce, you should not have offended so many people, and now I can'thelp it." The prison guard raised her whip and swung it down.

Joyce dodged sideways. She had long practiced agility in her shootingtraining.

"Ha, I can't see that you still have all the tricks up your sleeve." Whenthe prison guard saw that Joyce could dodge, she became energizedinstead. She laughed evilly while pacing slowly towards Joyce, abloodthirsty glint in her eyes.

Suddenly, she flung her whip again violently.

“Bang!” “Pop!" The wooden table in the small dark room cracked at thesound and fell apart on the spot.

Joyce took a few steps back and frowned at the power of the whip,which was far more powerful than she had thought. The room wassmall and there was not enough room for her to maneuver. If thiscontinued, she could not avoid it.

"How's that? Are you scared? I like to see this kind of frightened andfearful and helpless look in your eyes. Come on, get down on yourknees and beg me, maybe I can do it a little lighter.” The prison guardlaughed rampantly.

Just at that moment, Joyce found a chance, suddenly picked up thechair, aimed at the prison guard's arm and smashed down with all hermight.

"Ah!" The prison guard screamed, "Damn it!"

The prison guard's eyes flowed instantly with tears of pain, and herright arm seemed as if the bones had cracked. She gritted her teeth,irritated. After the pain subdued a bit, she simply used her left hand toraise the whip, sweeping the whip in the small dark room like she wascrazy. Wherever the whip came, it would turn into a field of debris.Joyce had been dodging for a while.

Although she had been agile all the time, she could not avoid receivinga whip on her back.

Joyce grunted and gritted her teeth to endure the pain. Her entire backwas like on fire, like being burned repeatedly by the flames, butfortunately the prison guard used her left hand, which did not have asmuch strength. If she had received a solid whip, she was afraid shecouldn't even stand up at the moment.

"Bitch, I'll beat up that foxy face of yours. Let's how you can seducemen in the future!" The prison guard revealed a bloodthirsty and cruelsmile as she aimed at Joyce's stunning face and prepared to swing thewhip again.

At this time, "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" The door of the small dark roomwas suddenly kicked hard.

The door was opened after three hard kicks...