Alexander's gaze locked onto Amelia's, his eyes burning with an unsettling intensity. "I want to show you something. My basement, my playroom," he said, his voice low and measured. Marcus's eyes widened in alarm, his face pale. "Are you crazy, Alexander? She'll be traumatized. This isn't a game," Marcus warned, his voice laced with desperation.
Alexander's jaw clenched, his expression unyielding. "I'll tell her the truth. I don't care," he growled, his words dripping with defiance. Amelia's heart raced, her mind reeling with trepidation. "What's down there?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Alexander's expression turned dark, his eyes glinting with a sinister light. "Things that will make you understand me better," he whispered, his voice sending shivers down her spine. Marcus intervened, his voice frantic. "Alexander, stop. This isn't necessary. You'll ruin everything."
Alexander's voice rose, his words slicing through the air. "I want her to see. To know the truth. To understand why I am who I am." Amelia steeled herself, her heart pounding in her chest. "Show me," she said, her voice firm despite the fear clawing at her insides.
As they descended into the basement, the air thickened with foreboding. Amelia's eyes adjusted slowly, revealing a room filled with chains, shackles, dark equipment, and cryptic messages on the walls. A blood-stained knife lay on a nearby table, and blood splatters marred the walls.
Alexander's voice whispered in her ear. "Welcome to my world, Amelia." Marcus's worried glance met Amelia's. "Alexander, this is too much." Amelia's mind reeled. "What happened here?" Alexander's expression turned cold. "Consequences. Deals gone wrong. Lessons taught."
A faint cry echoed from the shadows, and Amelia's eyes darted toward the sound. A figure, bound and gagged, struggled in the corner. Alexander's voice dropped to a whisper. "My latest guest." Amelia's horror deepened.
The captive was her stalker, the one she'd been hiding from. Alexander's gaze narrowed. "You know him?" Amelia hesitated, her secret exposed. Alexander's eyes blazed with fury. "Why didn't you tell me?" Amelia's voice trembled. "I didn't want to worry you."
Alexander's jaw clenched. "Worry me? You should have told me." The captive stalker struggled, eyes filled with malice. Alexander's attention snapped back to the stalker. "You're lucky I found you first." Amelia's horror deepened. Alexander's protection had become a deadly trap.
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Alexander's voice sent shivers down Amelia's spine. "Amelia, you want to see my play, too." Marcus intervened, swiftly covering Amelia's eyes with a black cloth. "Alexander, stop. This is madness." Alexander's tone turned menacing. "Marcus, remove that. Don't anger me." Amelia's heart pounded, her breath caught in her throat.
Alexander's voice echoed through the phone. "Emily, my dear, I need permission to waive the no-torture policy today." Emily's response was firm. "Uncle Alexander, I'm afraid not. The policy stands." Marcus exhaled a sigh of relief. Alexander's expression darkened.
"Looks like we have a change of plans,"
Alexander's voice dropped to a whisper. "You see the devil now, don't you? The one people fear." Amelia's eyes locked onto Alexander's. The man she thought she knew was gone. Replaced by a monster.
Alexander's gaze never left Amelia's. "Let's call Vinnie. He'll take care of your stalker." Amelia's confusion deepened. "Vinnie? Who's Vinnie?" Alexander's expression turned cold. "My associate. He'll ensure justice is served."
Vinnie arrived, his piercing gaze locking onto the stalker. "Alexander?" Alexander nodded. "Vinnie, this is the one who's been stalking Amelia." Vinnie's expression turned ruthless. "I'll take care of it." Amelia shuddered. Who was Vinnie? And what did "take care" truly mean?
