The door on the third floor remained as Liam had left it.
According to his original plan, the obedient bird inside should have already stripped off her troublesome feathers, exposing her flesh and begging for his mercy.
But what is she doing now?
Holding a gun that doesn't belong to you, hoping to kill your captor in the dark?
His eyes gleamed with excitement as he unlocked the door.
What greeted him was a familiar cold glint.
Amelia had redressed. Eyes that had been filled with desire were calm now.
Unfortunately, Liam was too tall for her, so she could only press the knife against his chest, "Drop your gun."
Obediently, his right hand relaxed, but he stepped forward—
"Didn't I tell you, 'Don't put your clothes back on'?"
Ignoring the knife piercing his skin, blood soaking his vest, he grabbed her trembling hand, forcing it up.
The blood-stained knife fell to the ground.
Liam's hands gripped the fragile collar of her shirt, tearing every piece of fabric from Amelia's body with ease.
He locked onto her terrified eyes and chuckled softly.
"I was thinking of letting you go, but now, seems like I don't need to."
Amelia's eyes widened in fear as Liam's strength overpowered her. She struggled, but it was futile against his iron grip.
Her breath hitched.
Tears streaming down her face, mixing with the fear and defiance in her eyes.
Liam's gaze never wavered as he examined her, his eyes darkening with a dangerous glint.
"You made a mistake," he whispered, his voice low and menacing. "Now, you'll see what happens to those who defy me."
He pulled her closer, his grip firm yet almost gentle as if savoring the power he held over her. The tension in the room was palpable, every second stretching into an eternity as Amelia's fate hung in the balance.
Not just a superficial scratch, but a deep wound that pierced the flesh and was then pulled out, causing blood to pool in a small depression on his vest.
Doesn't it hurt?
He's insane!
To seize the sweetness hanging high, one must pay the price in blood.
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Predator
Storie d'amoreShe used to think that hyenas were the fiercest predators on the savannah. That was until she met him, a man who navigated the African black market with ease, instantly seeing through her true identity. "Choose to follow me? Or be chewed up until n...
