Chapter 20 I Beg Of You To Spare Me

• “You want to know?' Xavier smirked menacingly, then continued, “But why should I tell you? I want you to suffer ten times, hundred times the humiliation, pain, and despair you brought on to me. You know what you did, and the truth can never be hidden for long. You are getting a taste of your own medicine, Clarice.”
• “Tell me! Tell me what wrong I did unto you.” Clarice implored. She desperately wanted to know the reason for his betrayal, his hatred, and his incessant insults. Even inmates on death row knew why they were being punished, yet she was kept in the dark to suffer unjustly.
• “I will not tell you, Clarice. I hate you. I hate you so much I would kill you if I can. But death would be too easy for you. Instead, I want you to live in agony for the rest of your life. I want you to be my wife, Mrs. Zimmerman, but only in name!” Xavier gave her a cold-eyed stare, lit a cigarette, and started to smoke leisurely.