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Chapter 8 Threat

Callista closed her eyes tightly, biting her lower lip to stifle a moan of pain. Again she felt the cold and pain as the sharp object touched her skin.

In contrast to Callista's condition, Kenward was enjoying this moment. Sliding his favorite knife across her unmarred back. Thick, blood-red liquid slid down. The more it oozed out, the wider the smile on his lips.

Callista was desperate not to shed tears even though tears were welling up in her eyes. This psychopathic man moved the knife like a pen writing on paper. He's really cruel! This is so painful! Whoever it is, please take her out of this situation.

"Beautiful," Kenward praised his carving. He looked back at the carving through the mirror. The carving was a feast for his eyes. He felt satisfied with his new work.

In the next second, Kenward roughly pushed Callista's limp body to the floor. Callista, who was helpless, just let her body lie on the cold floor.

Kenward looked at Callita with a condescending gaze. The girl in front of him looked so pitiful and miserable. He stepped closer, squatting right in front of Callista. He pressed his fingers firmly on both of Callista's cheeks until Callista's head looked up.

"You think you can escape that easily? With that physical disability of yours?" Kenward stopped his words and chose to stare at Callista's irises which somehow looked blank. "Just so you know, lady of the conglomerate family, you've been my prey for a long time. If you try to escape from me one more time, you will get a punishment that is more painful than this wound and fatal to you."

After finishing his words, Kenward immediately threw Callista's face out of his hands. Callista just let go when her face was pushed aside violently.

Kenward who saw Callista so weak, clucked condescendingly. It was very uncomfortable to see a prey that only stood still to face him, he wanted a prey that was more expressive.

He stepped towards the door of the room. His hand that was about to move the door handle stopped when he realized he had forgotten something important.

"And always remember this, starting tomorrow you must live in this mansion. Predators and prey can't live apart. You must immediately prepare your needs to move here. If you defy my words again, then ...." Kenward deliberately dangled his words. "Don't blame me if you hear about the death of Arya, your father. The more you defy me, the sooner your dad will follow your mommy."

Callista suddenly raised her head. Her eyes widened at the last two sentences spoken by Kenward. Why did it have to be related to her daddy? It wasn't enough that he was putting her through the pain, he was also involving the only family member she had.

Kenward glanced at the screen of his cell phone. "Ah, it's in London."

He put his cell phone back into his pants pocket. "It's easy for me to get there in just a few seconds," he continued before walking away from Callista.

Callista's gaze still did not move from the closed bedroom door. Her heartbeat was racing because she remembered the death of her mommy and her brother right in front of her eyes. She didn't want that to happen to her daddy.

The tears she had been holding back fell down her cheeks. That man was crazy, he was crazy. What did she do wrong to meet that man and become his prey? It wasn't enough to take the lives of two people precious to her and take her legs, God also wanted to give her more suffering. Huh, does her life look like a game?

Callista squeezed the hem of her skirt. She was tired of all this. It wasn't enough to be the talk of the town and the bully at her old school, she was also the prey of a cruel psychopath. The world was so unfair to her.

The sound of several knocks on the door woke Callista up from her reverie. She hurriedly wiped her tears, not wanting to show her sadness. She turned her head toward the source of the sound. The door slowly opened without waiting for her answer. Then what was the point of them knocking?

"Excuse me miss, the master instructed us to help you bathe and change. Three bodyguards are waiting for you downstairs to escort you back to your mansion," explained a woman with her hair in a neat bun on behalf of the other two. Judging from their attire, these three women were maids.

Callista let them carry her body. I helped her slowly and carefully, removing her very messy uniform, and helping her bathe in the bathtub filled with warm water. The maids were not surprised to see the wounds on her body, it seemed that this was not the first time Kenward had abused her.

Callista turned her face upwards to keep the tears away. The warm water that used to soothe her tired body was now painful. The fragrance of the liquid soap seemed to mock her who was in a state of mind.

The wounds that had not yet dried were even more painful when exposed to warm water, but the pain was overpowered by the inner torment she was experiencing at the moment.

The maids not only helped her bathe, but they also helped her treat the wounds given to her by their employers.

Callista looked at her reflection in the mirror and laughed to herself. How could she tell the maids to treat and even cover her wounds with bandages, when she had given the wounds?

Ten minutes later, Callista was ready with a cream-colored sweater and black jeans that fit her body perfectly. Even her size had been adjusted to fit the clothes here. It seemed to be true that Kenward had planned this for a long time.

One of the bodyguards, with his strong body, opened the car door for Callista. Callista with the help of another maid was descending the small stairs. Because it was difficult for her to go down with her tired body condition and only resting on a support stick.

The shiny black Lamborghini drove off the mansion grounds. It certainly didn't escape the eyes of a man with glasses filled ruby-colored drinks in his hand, staring intently from the height of the balcony.

"See you soon, Callista."

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