Chapter 81: Round Two
"St-stop…please…"
"You're polite. I like that." He strolled to her and placed the stained rod against her cheek, smearing warm blood across her skin. Danielle stayed perfectly still, refusing to show any fear.
"You see princess," Ethan forced a mutter, "I have to make him talk. Because if Frank really cares about you, then maybe he will trade everything he has to save you." His breath ghosted her lips. "That is passion and in my world, passion could be seen as someone's weakness."
He walked back to the guard again and dropped the rod with a metallic clang.
"But pain…Pain is power."
He picked up another tool that was a pair of pliers.
Danielle's stomach dropped to the ground like it was a meteor.
"Please," she called again. "He has nothing to do with this. Let him go."
Ethan paused his hands and then he looked at her. His eyes softened again like he was expressing fake sympathy. He walked to her and cupped her cheek with warm fingers.
