Lily Shaw's consciousness was growing more and more blurred. In order not to let that pervert Simon Sawyer get his way, she bit down hard on her lower lip; the stabbing pain and taste of blood flooding her mouth gave her a brief moment of clarity.
Taking advantage of the moment when Simon wasn't paying attention, she suddenly lunged for the fruit knife just a step away from her, grabbed it, and drove it viciously into her own thigh!
"Lily Shaw, you'd rather die than submit to me!" Simon's eyes were full of shock, but it flashed past in an instant and was quickly replaced by fury.
He had never expected Lily Shaw to be this tough. Watching her snatch up the fruit knife and plunge it hard into her thigh, Simon's heart involuntarily trembled. He had never realized that when a woman turned ruthless, she could be this insane.
