His Dangerous Embrace

Killer

Chapter 8

"And her life changed the day she discovered that the monster himself was her protector."

Esme had just opened the fridge to grab a new water bottle when she heard a faint yelp outside, like someone in pain. Concerned, she hesitated, then decided to check if someone might need help. Remembering Elsa's warning to avoid roaming outside at night, especially alone, she approached the main entrance cautiously, deciding to sneak a peek before stepping out.

As she got closer to the gates, she noticed they were slightly ajar. Hiding in the shadows, she peered outside and was immediately struck by the sight before her. A group of men had gathered in a tight circle, their large guns and weapons gleaming ominously in the dim light. Her breath caught when she saw a sickle, its blade stained with fresh blood. She was still reeling from this when two guards, dressed in military-like uniforms, dragged a man into the center of the circle. His face was a bloody mess, his hands grotesquely maimed, with fingers missing as if they'd been chopped off like vegetables. His clothes were torn and filthy, and the sight of him made bile rise in her throat.

Just when she thought she couldn't bear to look any longer, a familiar figure emerged from the shadows. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she recognized Kai, striding towards the men. Confusion gripped her—wasn't he supposed to be a kind man? Wasn't he the one who had saved her? Surely, he would help the injured man. But her hope shattered when she saw Kai hold out his hand, and Damian, his right-hand man, placed a golden-barreled gun in it.

Kai gripped the wounded man's jaw, asking him something in a low, menacing voice. Esme couldn't make out the words, but the man shook his head weakly, clearly not understanding or unable to respond. The atmosphere grew heavier, charged with a darkness that seemed to emanate from Kai himself. The man who had once seemed like her savior now appeared as the embodiment of something far more sinister.

Before Esme could process what was happening, Kai pressed the gun's barrel into the man's mouth. Her heart stopped, her breath caught in her throat as she clutched the water bottle tightly. The sharp crack of the gunshot sliced through the night, and the man crumpled to the ground, lifeless.

The bottle slipped from Esme's trembling hands, hitting the floor with a faint thud. Panic surged through her as she quickly covered her mouth, hiding behind the gate. But it was too late—Kai's sharp gaze had already locked onto the sound. He turned towards the entrance, his eyes narrowing as they traced the small shadow trembling in the darkness. He knew exactly who was there.

A cold realization settled over him—Esme had seen everything. But instead of reacting, he simply gave Damian a command to clean up the mess by morning and take care of some other matters. He wasn't in the mood for further bloodshed.

Esme could hear footsteps approaching the entrance, her fear skyrocketing. Without thinking, she bolted, running as fast as her legs could carry her. She needed to find the only person she could trust with the terror she had just witnessed—Elsa.

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Esme dashed toward Elsa's room, her heart pounding as she knocked frantically, almost as if she were trying to break the door down. When Elsa finally opened it, her face showed signs of grogginess and mild irritation. But the moment she saw Esme—breathless, pale, and visibly shaken—her expression shifted instantly to one of concern. Esme wasted no time, slipping inside and locking the door behind her with trembling hands.

"Is everything alright?" Elsa asked, her voice laced with worry as Esme suddenly threw herself into her arms, clutching her tightly.

Elsa gently stroked her back, trying to soothe her. "What happened, Esme? Did you have another nightmare?" she asked, her voice soft and reassuring. She knew about the nightmares that had plagued Esme since she arrived, but this was different. Esme's fear was palpable, her body trembling as she clung to Elsa, seeking comfort and safety.

But this time, it wasn't just a bad dream—Esme had witnessed something far more terrifying than any nightmare.

"H-H-He k-k-illed..." Esme stammered, her words barely coherent as she tried to convey the horror of what she had just seen. Elsa gently pulled back from the embrace, her eyes narrowing slightly as she took in Esme's trembling form.

"Now, who killed whom?" Elsa asked calmly, her tone betraying no shock or surprise. Esme's eyes widened in disbelief at Elsa's reaction. There was no hint of alarm or even curiosity in Elsa's voice, as if this was something she had heard before, something she was accustomed to.

Esme stared at her, unable to process the lack of emotion on Elsa's face. It was as if Elsa had already guessed what had transpired, and worse, she didn't seem the least bit disturbed by it. The realization hit Esme like a wave—this wasn't just a one-time occurrence. It was part of a life she had unknowingly stumbled into, a life where violence was routine, and the man who had saved her was no hero.

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