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.

No one else would have noticed, but Amber saw his right

shot through Amber-Wesley was sending her a

side, matching the rhythm of Wesley's blinks, committing his last words

keep Mr. Schmidt waiting." Carl

at Wesley. She panted heavily, on the verge of tears, unable to pull the trigger.

got up from the ground and pushed Amber aside with all his strength. Amber staggered backward, but Carl

were professionally trained. They shouldn't have been this slow to react-including Carl. They had been careless! They never expected someone so tortured to have such power! Jameson didn't react in time, and the wine glass in

bloodshot as he fiercely bit Jameson's left

and was unsure what

he aimed his gun at Wesley's

it in anymore. Tears streamed down

The basement fell silent.

was on Jameson, eventually slumped and

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