Sacrificed by the Man Fated to Love Me

My husband, Terrence Lawson, was a traveler between worlds. He wasn’t allowed to form relationships with the NPCs of each world.

But he was quick to fall head over heels for me. Every time his heart throbbed for me, a deep-rooted pain that tore through his soul followed suit. He had suffered from this torment 99 times so far.

Later on, I was kidnapped to another country, where I was tormented relentlessly. At one point, I even became a target of sexual abuse.

When I was at the brink of suffering from a permanent breakdown, I remembered the secretive technique that Terrence had taught me that allowed me to communicate with him despite being worlds apart.

After succeeding in forming a link with Terrence, I overheard his conversation with his mentor.

"Terrence, how could you contact the villains and have them kidnap Quinn? Isn't she your true love?"

Terrence's voice was awfully icy and resolute. "The female supporting lead, Yvonne Lynn, was supposed to be the one enduring the torment. I had no choice but to let Quinn shoulder this burden in order to save Yvonne's life.

"Besides, Quinn is this world's female lead. She has the blessings of the Narrative, so there's no way any harm will come to her.

"Once I'm done with this mission, I will be able to stay in this world forever. When the time comes, I'll make sure to make amends to Quinn properly."

I was completely heartbroken at that moment.

When I saw the villains approaching me once again, I completely gave up on fighting back.

"This lady's tougher than she looks," a woman said mockingly.

Shortly after, a sharp, searing pain shot up my left leg, and I couldn't help but let out a muffled cry.

"Oh, have you finally decided to make some noise?" Her voice grew more excited.

When I forced my eyes open, I saw a heavily made-up woman standing over me. Her face twisted with some kind of sick excitement, and she was holding a red-hot iron rod. After waving it in front of me, she abruptly drove it straight into my chest.

A scream ripped from my throat. My nerves felt like they were on fire. It was as though my chest was being burned from the inside out.

"That's more like it. It gets boring if you don't react."

The woman grinned in satisfaction before driving the metal rod into the other side of my chest.

I gritted my teeth and forced myself to stay silent. I knew that struggling would only spur them on. So, I could only endure the pain while praying that it would all end soon.

My limbs had been broken a long time ago. As I lay motionlessly on the filthy wooden bed, I was completely at their mercy.

"How many have we gone through? Have we used all eight torture devices?" Terrence Sawyer's cool and detached voice rang out.

"We've used seven so far. Is there really a need to