'How did I get myself involved with this pervert?!' she screamed inwardly.
"Perverts love being scolded. Keep going." The man's mask glittered in the most terrifying manner under the moonlight, and Vicky felt like she had fallen into a never-ending nightmare.
Just then, the man asked, "Vicky, do you want me to leave you alone?"
"That comes with a price, right?"
"That's right," the man said coldly. "Steal confidential information from Tyler Hart for me, and I'll leave you alone. How does that sound?"
"Dream on!"
"If that's a no, then you can only wait until my insomnia is cured."
"And if your insomnia never...goes away?" she blurted out asking.
"Well, then," he whispered casually, but his words pierced through her like pricks of ice, "I will never let you go."
Her blood ran cold as fear overwhelmed her.
She did not doubt for a moment that he was joking; it was a warning.
...
The next day, Vicky woke up with a throbbing headache, and she jolted when she saw the shattered glas
