Chapter 629

The voice sent chills down Debra's spine. Instinctively, she took a step back, but before she could retreat further, her wrists were gripped tightly.

Drake stood just inches away from her, his pale eyes glinting with sinister amusement that made her skin crawl.

"Scared of me?"

"Screw you!"

Her strength took Drake by surprise as she tore her hands free. Without hesitation, she swung her arm and slapped him across the face with all the force she could muster. The sharp sound of the slap echoed in the air, releasing the fury, frustration, and hatred that had built up inside her.

This bastard had treated her like prey, dragging her into a sick, twisted game.

"Mr. Lowe!" Peter freaked out.

Drake's face reddened from the impact of Debra's slap, and a trickle of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth. But instead of reacting with anger, he casually wiped the blood away, inspecting it with a cold, detached expression.

you're the first to

that so?" Debra mocked, eyes blazing with defiance. "I can make

down at her with unsettling interest. He waved

belt. "Imagine I chop off your hands,

radiating a bone-chilling coldness There was no humanity in him just the sick enjoyment of someone who took

try? Let's see who loses their

fear. If anything, her

Drake's smirk faltered, the

he bent down, bringing the blade dangerously close to her hand. He had hoped to see her crumble

frustrated sigh, he slammed the knife into the deck beside her

nerve," he muttered, standing up. "Take

the two men,

heaved a sigh of relief. Her back was soaked in

been bluffing, and

of man Drake was after just two encounters. He thrived on power and control, feeding off

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