His Unveiled Passion

Chapter 113

"What's the point of killing you?" Stephen retorted, his expression impassive. "Ms. Mondez, since you refuse to talk, don't blame me for what happens next."

Rising to his feet, his presence remained as imposing as ever.

"Steve, what are you going to do to me?" Susan's pale face was marked with dried tears, her eyes reflecting a sense of despair.

Stephen's gaze hardened, his presence radiating a chilling indifference.

He didn't answer her, simply turning to walk away.

"Steve, please don't leave!" Susan's voice trembled with anguish. "Can't you stay with me just a little longer?"

Her plea was raw, filled with hopeless longing. "For more than a month, I endured inhumane torment. I... I..."

Her words faltered as sobs wracked her frail body.

"They violated me, Steve! Those monsters... They weren't human and were worse than beasts! Every single day, I was beaten senseless. The food was barely edible—the bread was stale, and the oatmeal was nothing but murky water with barely any oatmeal. Even pigs wouldn't eat the slop they gave me!

"I barely made it out alive... For over a month, you were my only hope the only thing that kept me going. As long as I held on to the thought of you, I found the strength to survive..."

Stephen stood with his back to her, his stance rigid and authoritative, radiating an air of control.

As Susan poured out her heart, his expression remained unchanged, revealing no emotion.

sobs, Susan continued, "Every single day, I told myself I had to endure... I had to survive, no matter what. Because

you. Stay with me. I feel like I'm losing my mind. Every time I close my eyes, I see those monsters violating me... The pain

yell at me. Just say something-anything... Please, don't go. Don't leave me. I just... I just wanted to

have wavered at

an unshaken abyss-cold, indifferent, untouched by her suffering. He didn't

turned and strode

watched in despair as the

his bodyguard. "Make her talk.

"Yes, sir."

Sympathy?

Compassion?

never for someone who had tried

over a month ago, Susan

who dared to lay a hand on

the base, Stephen glanced

by now-and most likely,

relentless affection, Tessa had drifted back into

stirred awake, it

the

over the pale

at the

foot of the bed.

in the air, shimmering in

her eyes, a rich, mouthwatering aroma

was a tangled mess,