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I said frowning. The window was tinted dark but it was a piss poor job and you could see the shadow of the person who sat behind it. “It’s a female,” I said looking down at Rudy. “See if you can get a location off of his watch. If they haven’t taken it off of him, it should at least show a last known location.”

The body she had never found was now, in reality, burned to ashes. “You shouldn’t have taken my daughter’s life.” “I had no choice. She slandered me viciously and tried to hurt my fiancée—sorry, now my wife,” Kingston added, making his final statement precise and clear. This provoked the savage side of Venessa, causing her knuckles to turn white as she clenched her fists around the iron bar. It became painfully clear just how much Venessa possessed the supernatural abilities August had described. The area around the pillar seemed to undergo a form of oxidation as the woman screamed in rage. The specially crafted prison bars instantly crumbled, her hands gripping the roughly torn-out bars.

That alone threw me off. Before I could even process it, the door behind him burst open. “What are you doing, Festar?” a woman’s voice snapped. She was young, maybe twenty, with long blond hair and eyes the color of honey. “I… I don’t know, Hazel,” Festar said, backing away slightly. “I came to check on her. She ran.” “You probably scared her half to death,” Hazel said, her voice sharp. “She hasn’t had the best couple of days. Maybe next time, don’t stomp into her room like a damn alpha bull.”

“What is wrong with you? Are you having some sort of mood swing?” “Um, maybe. Anyway, I'm ready.” “Ready for what?” “To meet Yoshim, I want that son of a bitch to kiss my feet.” “Are you sure you're alright?” He asked again while scanning me. “I'm totally fine, nothing to worry about.” I'm just using Yoshim as an excuse to distract myself from my burning need. Oh my god, Hillary, you're a sex freak. You didn't know that because you weren't getting a good dick, and now that you have, you've become addicted.

Michael looked at her with interest. You’re probably the first girl to see a torture scene as just a normal show. He continued to watch Aurora as she slowly began falling asleep with a smile, before turning his attention back to the scene. The smile that danced on his lips disappeared as swiftly as it appeared. "There are still seven left, what are you waiting for?" he said. The men let out cruel grins as they looked at their victim, and one of them picked up the clamp and proceeded to remove the remaining nails.