This chapter is dedicated to @Nita_Lovablestar; Thank you so much!
Lana remained stiff, and her breath caught in her throat. What exactly did she see? The painting she saw was somewhat dark for her, with deep meanings that she did not understand. All she saw were two couples with two children, and now he is making her say things she shouldn't.
"I-I noticed paintings on the walls." Lana replied, fidgeting on her necklace, still feeling the sharp pain from the cut at the back of her neck that Axel was caressing, and based on his expression, it appears to be satisfying for him rather than for her.
"I know you noticed paintings on the walls; isn't that what a gallery is for? Don't fucking piss me off anymore; tell me what you saw." His voice was emotionless as he continued to experiment with the treated cut.
