Scent of Desire
Cutting him in the middle, Young Master answered briefly, “Then, just throw him in the river after cutting his tongue.”
“Alive?”
I realized his voice became more serious, “Yes. Crocodiles will take care of him.”
Taking long and steady steps, that Young Master approached me, stepping out of the darkness of that shabby basement. I felt an unwelcome surge of excitement the moment my eyes met with his sharp, hawk like eyes.
He had dark amber hair, curling on his forehead. The clean, light look of him with that warm smile impressed me instantly but his both hands were covered with blood, creating a sharp contrast with his milky white shirt.
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