"Are you giving up?" Victor asked, his tone laced with mockery as he fixed her with a scornful stare, "Get on your knees then."
He let go of her body and made her kneel before him. It felt like he was pouring salt into an open wound, twisting the knife deeper and deeper with each passing moment.
Bing Shi's knees gave way beneath her, like a puppet with its string cut. She sank to the ground with her head bowed. She couldn't even kill herself. And even if she did, it wouldn't matter. She wouldn't be able to escape from Victor.
"Why did you resurrect me again?" Bing Shi asked, her words like a whisper in a graveyard.
Victor watched her descent with a cruel satisfaction, like a predator that had successfully hunted its prey. "A habit…a bad habit."
But just as suddenly as his dark impulses had taken hold, his demeanor shifted once again. With a suddenness that was almost jarring, he dropped to his knees before Silvia.
