A/N: This chapter may be disturbing for some, so read it after this warning
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Aoife froze at his words, unable to accept the severity of her situation.
"What's wrong?" Vector hissed, his voice remained icy. "Didn't you say you'd do anything? Time to prove it."
Before she could respond or anything else, Victor clenched her cheeks, a tone of finality in his warning, "Remember, your words hold weight."
"Ah," Aoife's voice turned incoherent as he released his tight grip and walked away.
Her breathing turned ragged as she noticed him dragging her husband and brother by their hair.
He seemed to have no reservations about his actions, as though he weren't committing an immoral act.
Yet Luc' didn't seem to show any change in her expression, confusing the few guards who dared to look in her direction.
Even the guards wore surprised expressions, fully aware of Victor's intense hatred for crimes related to sex.
