Eryx
"Get your hands off me!" she spat, trying to wriggle free. I glanced at her phone, my thumb hovering over the screen before shutting it down.
"Calling for backup?" Her eyes flashed with anger, her gaze piercing.
"Let. Me. Go." Each word was a slow, deliberate warning.
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her defiance.
"Listen, you've got one option: forget what you saw and walk away. Don't look back." Her expression twisted in rage.
"What did you do to him? You're not going to get away with this!" She said.
I sighed, my patience wearing thin. "That's none of your business."
"If it's not, then why did you beat him half to death?" she shot back, her voice laced with venom.
I leaned in, my voice taking on a darker tone.
"You're lucky I'm not the kind of psycho killer. Otherwise, you'd be in a world of trouble."
She glared at me, her eyes blazing.
"I'm not afraid of you."
I smirked.
"We'll see about that. You're coming with me, one way or another."
"You can't make me go anywhere!" she protested.
"Oh, I think I can," I said, my grip on her arm tightening.
"Let's go." As I dragged her toward my SUV, she continued to struggle and shout.
I swiftly tied her hands behind her back with a rope.
"Sorry, trust issues."
After sending a text to my team about Victor, I drove off, her angry gaze burning into my skin.
The winding drive seemed endless, until we arrived at the secluded cabin, nestled deep in the woods.
The trees seemed to lean in, as if eager to absorb the secrets within.
I stepped out of the SUV, and she scanned the surroundings with a mix of fear and defiance.
"Come," I said, my voice firm.
"I refuse," she replied, her voice trembling.
I turned to face her, my grip on her arms tightening.
"It wasn't a request," I growled, dragging her towards the cabin.
"Let go of me! I'll call the cops! Leave me, you freak!" she shouted, but we both knew it was futile.
I pulled her into the workshop, the smell of grease and motor oil enveloping us.
I towered over her, my eyes locked on hers.
"So, what's your name?" I asked, my voice low and menacing.
She glared at me, her hesitation palpable.
"Oh, such a bad name that you hesitate this much to say?" I taunted, my words dripping with malice.
"Adeline," she said, her voice firm.
"Adeline Luna Carson," she completed, her eyes flashing with defiance.
I repeated the name in my head, savoring the sound.
"So, Ms. Carson, here's the thing," I said, leaning back against the wall.
"What did you see?" I asked, my tone casual, but my eyes locked intensely on hers.
"Oh, come on!" she exclaimed. "You know what I saw. I saw what you did!" she accused, her voice trembling with anger.
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Beyond The Lie
RomanceShe took a step closer, her eyes blazing with anger. "You want to know what's really unfair? It's that you're mad at me for doing what you should have done in the first place. You should have come to talk to me, should have made an effort. But no, i...
