You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther)

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

"Oh, illegal? Joyce, someone is not happy with you, and they let me teach you a good lesson." The prison guard took out a long whip from her 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 guard would at most force confessions from her, and she did not think that right 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 in when I get out?" Joyce knew full well that there was no way this prison guard could answer her question, she was just trying to buy herself some time as she looked for something she could use to block her whip.

arrogant, "You are too naive, who will believe your words, all I need to say is that you intend to escape, so I bring you to this small black room. It’s so reasonable, wouldn’t you say?

I can't help it." The prison guard raised her whip and

dodged sideways. She had long practiced agility in her shooting

When the prison guard saw that Joyce could dodge, she

flung her whip

dark room cracked at the sound and fell apart on

few steps back and frowned at the power of the whip, which was far more powerful than she had thought. The room was small and there was not enough room for her to maneuver. If this continued, she could

see this kind of frightened and fearful and helpless look in your eyes. Come on, get down on your knees and

picked up the chair, aimed at the prison guard's arm and smashed down with

guard screamed,

flowed instantly with tears of pain, and her right 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 to raise the whip, sweeping the whip in the small dark room