Chapter 82: Elite – Marilyn the Executioner (1)

Ten minutes earlier— “Heyaaa!” Felice let out a soft, almost squeaky cry. Then a thunderous impact shook the iron bars of her cell. The force of the kick was hard to believe, especially coming from an ordinary girl. The slightly rusted bars trembled but held firm. “MmmMMmmm! (Angrily)” Bang! Bang! Bang Bang Bang!!! Cheeks puffed with frustration, Felice launched into a relentless kicking spree against the bars, over and over again. But no matter how many times she struck, the…