Diana sat frozen in the living room, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. The weight of Lucas's words hung in the air like a dark cloud. His threat replayed in her mind, over and over, each iteration sending a fresh wave of dread through her chest.
Lucas, lounging on the armrest of the sofa, spun the cock between his fingers like a magician toying with his latest trick. His smirk was calm, calculated, and absolutely infuriating.
"Well, Diana?" he said finally, breaking the silence. "Have you made up your mind?"
Her voice was barely a whisper, trembling with equal parts anger and fear.
"Why are you doing this, Lucas? What could you possibly gain from tormenting me like this?"
Lucas leaned forward slightly, his eyes sharp and predatory.
"Simple. I need Victor's phone. And you're going to get it for me. Tomorrow."
