I yanked Alex's tangled hair, dragging his writhing, pain-groaning form into the spacious living room. The door closed with a final click, trapping all the terror inside.
In the center of the opulent living room, filled with antique furniture and an air of elegance, now lay seven motionless men.
They were the servants, security guards, and drivers who worked in this mansion. Before Alex returned, I had already swiftly incapacitated them, ensuring no one would interrupt my vangeance.
I threw Alex's broken body into the middle of them like trash. Alex let out a hard gasp as his wounded form hit the floor.
He tried to move, to twitch a limb, but every effort ended only in a deeper groan of pain. His bent arm and misshapen legs could only twitch helplessly.
