Blood seeped from the corner of Patrick’s lip. However, Ivy only stared at it with indifference.
Under the effect of the drug, Patrick fainted completely.
Ivy searched Patrick’s house and soon found a storage room. Though she had stayed for only 7 days, she had a general understanding of his nature.
She found the key under the hidden compartnt of the carpet. With calm expression, she unlocked the storage room’s lock and turned on the light.
What appeared in her view stunned Ivy.
The storage room was 600 square feet wide and was filled with food supplies.
There was 40 bags of 10kg white rice, 25 bags of 5kg basmati rice, 30 packs of assorted dried pasta (1kg each – spaghetti, penne, elbow macaroni), 18 boxes of cereal (cornflakes, granola, oats), 50 cans of beans (black beans, pinto, chickpeas), and 40 cans of assorted vegetables (corn, green beans, peas, carrots).
On the left side there was 35 cans of tomato paste and sauce, 25 cans of at (tuna, chicken, corned beef), 20 jars of peanut butter (500g each), 15 large containers of protein powder (whey, soy, al replacent), 10 bottles of multivitamins and supplents, and 60 packs of instant noodles (ran, udon).
If that wasn’t enough, in the center of the room, there were 30 packs of vacuum-sealed cured ats (jerky, salami, sausage), 12 bottles of cooking oil (vegetable and olive oil, 1 L each), and 15 kg of white sugar in multiple containers.
After Ivy stored them, she discovered a hidden compartnt behind the shelves and triggered it.
Inside the compartnt was 10 kg of salt in ziplock bags and jars, 20 boxes of flour (5kg each), 12 tins of powdered milk, 6 blocks of vacuum-sealed cheese, 30 chocolate bars and snacks, hoarded neatly in a crate.
Just as she was about to leave, her eyes fell on a small shelf in the farthest corner, a shelf full of bottled water, at least 200 bottles (500ml each), and 20 packs of long-life juice.
Ivy stored them too, before chuckling,
"Wow... the harvest today was indeed bountiful. This Patrick indeed had good connections, huh? Maybe he was 1% of the people who were able to hoard most of the food..."
In her previous life, Ivy had left with her family and didn’t know about Patrick’s end.
However, she did see him in Talon Base, 5 years later. Even then, he was able to use food to buy girls.
"So maybe he still has supplies hidden sowhere else, huh? Let’s do a favor to heaven and steal his supplies. If this old man remains alive, he will continue to torture others."
With that thought, Ivy closed the storage room and made a ntal note to discard all of the wooden shelves and take them away later.
’They can be burned during the extre winter.’
With that thought, Ivy smiled and walked up to Patrick. Seeing him unconscious, she kicked him hard.
"Ahhh!" Patrick scread in pain. To Ivy’s ears, his pig-like scream was a lody she never wanted to stop hearing.
Whoosh.
Ivy kicked him again. To Ivy’s surprise, Patrick’s voice remained.
’This b*stard is truly lucky. But I will make him unlucky.’ Ivy thought with a dark smile.
"Patrick, dear, are you awake now?" Ivy asked in a sweet voice.
Patrick glared at Ivy in hatred and shouted,
"You b*tch..."
Slap.
It was so impactful that Patrick lost one tooth.
"I hate it when soone call b*tch, " Ivy chuckled softly, "Though I am indeed a b*tch, I hate the mirror of truth."
With that, she disappeared into Patrick’s room.
"You! What are you doing?" Patrick’s panicked voice reached even the master bedroom.
After 5 minutes, when Ivy returned, Patrick warned her,
"Don’t you dare try anything funny! Your parents know you are here. If they see you disobeying them or abusing , they will kill you!"
"Hahah!" Ivy’s chilling laughter echoed in the living room, turning the atmosphere cold. "Oh, Patrick, do you truly think I fell for your bullsh*t? Thanks to Isla, I can deduce who is acting, and who is not."
With that, she wore a pair of gloves and lifted Patrick’s shirt, exposing his colossal, round, waterlon-sized belly with wrinkles.
Ivy scrunched her nose in disgust before lighting up the candle and patiently dropping the lting wax drop in his stomach.
"Ahh! Ivy, put this away! It’s burning my skin! Ahh! It’s so painful!" Patrick shouted in an agony-filled voice. Tears stread down his face, and he struggled desperately.
Before, Ivy never understood why Patrick loved to see her cry... but now she understood. The sight was indeed healing and relaxing.
Unlike Patrick, who had dropped 5 drops to stick the wax candle on her stomach in the previous, Ivy dropped more than 20 drops before sticking the candle.
By now, Patrick had lost his previous bravado and tried to guilt-trip her,
"Ivy! What have I even done to deserve such punishnt? Please let go, child. If I ever offend you, just forgive , alright? Ah! Just... just put away that candle, it’s burning my stomach... worse, it might even leave scars!"
Ivy calmly watched the candle, asking in a soft voice,
"Then why didn’t you think it would hurt too, Patrick?"
"Huh?" Patrick was stunned by Ivy’s strange word.
Ivy paused before saying with a smile, "I saw a future where you will torture like this. Tell honestly, have you never thought of torturing like this?"
Patrick’s eyes widened, his mouth opened wide as if Ivy had exposed his deepest, darkest secret.
He had indeed planned to do such things to Ivy when he first saw her when she was only 14 years old.
Ivy chuckled and took out the glass shard from her hand and heated it under the candle,
"Don’t worry. I am fulfilling your wish, the only problem is... You are more on the receiving end."
Screech.
Ivy made a scratch on Patrick’s stomach, and the biting pain caused Patrick to scream.
"It’s ti to pay back ~"
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