At the end of winter, it snowed heavily.
Ann Yeats was curled up nakedly in the corner of the bathroom. Mike Jones was holding Ann's neck, while he was holding a shower in his other hand, spraying a bone—chilling cold water on her body.
"Please, don't do this. I'm so cold. I'll die."
Ann's lips had already turned black from the cold, and her body, which was covered in bright red teeth marks, was trembling uncontrollably.
"Beg me? The woman like you would beg for mercy?" Mike stretched out his hand and forcefully opened Ann's mouth. Then, he poured the cold water into it.
A huge and desperate suffocation instantly filled Ann's entire body. Her whole body broke out with goose bumps by this bone—chilling cold.
"Ann, you deserve it! When you caused my mother to fall, you should have thought of today!"
"I didn't..." Ann coughed out a few mouthfuls of water that had choked her lungs. She grasped her chest as she cried, "Mike, it really wasn't me who pushed her. I wanted to pull her…"
"Shut up!" Mike's eyes turned fiercely red. "If you really wanted to pull my mother, why would she lie in the hospital now? At that time, you didn't want to pull her at all. Instead, you wanted to push her down!"
"No …"
Ann really wanted to stop her from falling, but unfortunately, her strength was too small to hold her back.
Although she grabbed Mrs. Jones' wrist, Ann was unable to pull her up. That was why Ann watched her fall helplessly.
It was an accident!
"Get out, Ann!" Mike grabbed her wrist again and dragged her out of the bathroom.
"No!" Ann screamed. She was naked and didn't wear any clothes.
How could she go out like this?
What was she going to do when the servant saw her?
"Mike, I beg you, don't!" Ann struggled desperately, tears flowing even more ferociously.
Mike's eyes turned cold as he waved his hand and threw Ann on the floor.
Ann hurriedly grabbed the bathrobe on the ground and put it on.
"Ann, get out of the villa!" Mike pointed at the door and said coldly, "Kneel outside the door and atone for your mistakes!"
Tightening her thin bathrobe, Ann pleaded with trembling back, "Mike, it's snowing outside now …"
"Go away!"
Mike grabbed her wrist again and dragged her out.
"Don't …"
She struggled to beg for mercy, but she was still unable to resist Mike's strength and cruelty. She was pushed out of the house and felled on the ground.
Outside the door, the heavy snow instantly froze Ann, who was already wet.
Most importantly, she only had a thin bathrobe on her …
Ann trembled and curled up her body, and her lips quickly purple.
Because it was too cold, she did not even notice that her knees had been worn out and blood was flowing.
The overwhelming coldness seemed to freeze her internal organs.
She really couldn't stand it. She rushed to the door and desperately knocked on it, "Mike, let me in. I'm really going to freeze to death … I beg you. Let me in."
There was no response from inside.
Ann's hands and feet were unconscious. Her cheeks were frozen purple. Her moist hair was frozen and scattered on the side of her cheeks. She was about to be frozen into an ice sculpture.
She hadn't the strength to knock on the door any more.
As she was about to lose consciousness, the door suddenly opened.
Mike appeared and looked down at her condescendingly.
"Mike, I'm so cold. Let me in …" Ann instinctively crawled into the warm room.
However, she was kicked out by Mike.
"Ann, do you admit your mistake?"
Ann was so cold that she couldn't even shed tears. Her teeth trembled and she said, "I really didn't …"
"Bang!"
Without waiting for her to finish speaking, the door was once again mercilessly closed.
Mike wanted her to make a choice between admitting her mistake and freezing to death.
But why would she admit the thing that she hadn't done?
Ann lay down on the ground with cold snow, curling up her body desperately to keep the pitiful body warm.
Her consciousness finally sank into a pitch—black chaos …
She was probably really … about to be killed by Mike…
