"Young Master, please… let me go."
Naylani's mouth quivered as she clasped the blanket tightly. Tears blurred her vision, but even that wasn't enough to erase the cold and ruthless look in his eyes. He wouldn't budge; he would keep tormenting her as part of his wicked games.
Her heart continued racing, her tears crawling down her taut neck. This right here might be just a boy, but in all the years she had watched him grow, she knew he was no ordinary boy. He was a devil — the most cruel, the most ruthless, and the most evil — inside this young body.
"Young Master," she called out, panicking at the silence he gave her. Naylani hurriedly jumped out of the bed, kneeling in front of him, her hands resting on the vacant space on the chair. "Young Master, just let me go now, hmm? I'm sorry for everything that I've done — I didn't mean it! I swear I didn't! It's not me — I mean, it's my fault for being greedy!"
