Amber heard Jameson clearly but felt torn between her mind and body. She couldn't utter a response.

"Go. Now," Jameson urged, his gaze turning icy.

A shiver wracked Amber as she rose, her dress clinging uncomfortably to her cold sweat. She was alive, but she felt as if she had died over and over again.

She walked toward Wesley; a few steps felt like a lifetime.

Wesley's hands were bound, so he used his head to prop himself up. He swayed as he kneeled before her.

He had known he would die the moment he was captured. However, he wasn't resigned to a meaningless death; he wanted to die with dignity.

Carl approached and took Amber's cold hand, placing a gun in it and forcing her fingers to grip the handle. Despite the blood covering his face, Wesley offered her a wan smile, a gesture meant to comfort Amber.

Tears welled in Amber's eyes as she squeezed them shut. The dank basement was a slaughterhouse.

She opened her eyes again.

he could only see through his right eye. No one else

jolt of understanding shot through Amber-Wesley was sending her a Morse

against her side, matching the rhythm of Wesley's blinks, committing his

waiting." Carl looked

Wesley. She panted heavily, on the verge of tears, unable to pull the trigger. In that moment, she wanted

everyone's attention was on Amber, Wesley suddenly got up from the ground and pushed Amber aside with all his strength. Amber staggered backward, but Carl reflexively caught

blood in his eyes, Wesley lunged at Jameson like an angered lion. Wesley acted so fast that none of Jameson's underlings could react in time. However, these underlings were professionally trained. They shouldn't have been this slow to

were bloodshot as he fiercely bit Jameson's

Everyone panicked and was unsure what to

He shouted as he aimed his

hold it in anymore. Tears

The basement fell silent.

who was on Jameson, eventually slumped and fell

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