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Chapter 5 Torture

Unlike when her consciousness usually picked her up gently, this time it jolted her. The lithe eyelids that had been closed blinked several times. Dizziness immediately seized her head until her hand spontaneously rose to grip her hair.

When she focused on her surroundings, she suddenly sat up. Her left hand gently stroked the bed which felt different from the bed in her room. She became very confused because it was so dark there. She couldn't see anything.

"Where is it? Why is it dark?" muttered Illis as she tried to recall the events that had happened to her. And the more she tried to remember, the tighter the dizziness gripped her.

She remembered everything. About the collision that happened to him, about someone trying to pretend to be Mr. Mamang, and about Mr. Mamang lying unconscious and then herself being suddenly ambushed.

Callista gasped when she remembered the anesthetic scent that filled her senses. Wait, does this mean she was in the hands of the kidnapper? She had to escape! But first, she had to find the source of light in this room.

The sound of the door creaking took up all of Callista's attention. Her slightly blurred vision tried to stare at the figure standing in the doorway.

Click.

Light rays instantly filled the room when the light switch was turned on. Spontaneously, one of her hands shot up to block the light. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she had to adjust the light entering her eyes.

The sound of clattering footsteps came closer. Now her heart was beating so fast that it almost exceeded the speed of light.

"You're awake."

The baritone voice of someone who sounded interrogating made Callista surprised. Callista slowly put her hand away to look at the figure standing not far from her.

She stared intensely at the man with the hawk-like gaze. A beautifully sculpted jaw that accentuated the firm side. A sharp nose that perfectly matched the size of his face. Thick lower lip that looks very sexy. A face that could be considered more than perfect.

However, the good looks were ignored by Callista who was filled with caution. Who was he? Why was this stranger trying to kidnap her? She was sure she had never dealt with this man.

When Callista stared intensely, the man rewarded her with a smirk. Suddenly Callista turned her attention away from the mysterious man. What an eerie smile. And the piercing gaze of the man in front of her seemed to be able to skin her alive.

Her forehead furrowed in surprise to find herself in someone's room. The sofa, cupboard, table and other furniture were all there. A beautiful room that should not be occupied by someone who was being held captive.

What's going on here?

Her eyes rounded as adult thoughts came to her. Suddenly she moved backwards. She was very scared right now.

"Who are you? Don't you dare come near me! Get away from me!" Callista shouted as the mysterious man was walking towards her.

"Why should I stay away from my prey?" the man asked as he took off his dark gray suit, leaving behind a white press body shirt that printed the muscles underneath.

Callista was even more confused by this. Why did the man suddenly take off his clothes? And in front of the opposite sex?

"Your prey? You must be mistaken, I've never met you and gotten into trouble with you," Callista snapped as she continued to move backward.

The smile that made the hair stand up was even more obvious. Callista could feel her heartbeat speeding up, and cold sweat pouring down her body.

"You are my prey, crippled lady," the man sarcastically said.

The sound was so loud that Callista spontaneously closed her eyes. Unmistakably, the sound came from the scraping of sharp objects. It was a heartbreaking and frightening sound.

In the darkness of the large room that was only lit by a few lamps, the light was reflected by the very pointed and sharp-looking object. In slow and deliberate movements, the man stroked the knife in his hand.

Callista swallowed her saliva with difficulty. She hurriedly pressed herself against the headboard. Dragging slowly but surely her body that was already trembling all over. Who would not be afraid in her current position?

"Please come out of this room!"

The words, which almost sounded like a whisper, captured all of the knife wielder's attention.

The bowed head with messy hair that had been looking down, now looked up with a sharp gaze.

"Stay away from me. You're... scary."

Her wall of defense against shedding tears collapsed. Despite trying her hardest to look weak, she was still just a helpless girl. She could not do any self-defense due to her disability.

Instead of sympathizing, the man chuckled softly. It seemed that he was enjoying what he was seeing right now. Indeed, nothing beats the excitement of the moment when your prey is terrified and begging for mercy.

The long legs, still clad in work pants, began to slowly climb the bed.

"Call me Kenward, Callista. Now, it's still not time for you to release those beautiful tears of yours. Can't you wait a few more seconds?"

The sound of the bed sheets scraping past the mysterious man and the sound of her heart being pumped at a rapid pace was masking her sense of hearing. She couldn't hear Kenward's words because she was only focused on those two sounds.

Her body jerked when Kenward was actually in front of her. Her lithe hands gripped the headboard firmly.

"It's okay. It definitely won't hurt. I should be happy because soon I will meet my brother and mommy there. Hold on, Callista," she monologued silently.

Kenward, who saw his prey not moving an inch, sighed. It wouldn't be as exciting if there wasn't a roar coming from those luscious lips.

"Look at me, Callista!"

Kenward slowly tipped Callista's chin up with his index finger. Well, it was true that Kenward had found the face praised for its beauty filling his sense of sight. However, the girl in front of him did not open her eyes.

"Open your eyes! Don't make me angry!" growled Kenward which made Callista immediately open her eyes. The heavy voice that shouted sounded scary many times over compared to the previous one.

A satisfied smile was printed on his lips even though it was very thin. His right hand moved to touch Callista's thin arm. In a single jerk, Callista's uniform left sleeve was torn off.

"Stop it! Please stop! What do you want from me? Money? I can give you so much that you can't count it. Therefore... please stop...!" Callista croaked in a trembling tone. Her head was bowed as she was unable to look into those knife-sharp eyes. When she looked at him, Callista was made to shrink.

Kenward laughed softly. Wealth? He was getting tired of hearing that word. With one signature, he could own an airport and its contents, be it inanimate objects or the labor of living beings.

"Money? No kidding, Callista. I just want ...." Kenward deliberately dangled his words. The beautifully carved knife lightly scraped Callista's arm until the thick red liquid dripped onto the bed.

Moving the knife like a pen. His smile became more and more obvious as his favorite knife became one with Callista's skin. Pressing deeper and deeper.

It hurts. This was painful. Callista, who was exhausted from crying and fear, could only look down while biting her lower lip. She did not want to let out a moan that provoked the murderous lust of the man in front of her.

"I want torture," Kenward continued with a satisfied smile.

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