Chapter 42

It was Zoey, the branch office’s vice general manager! I’d considered the possibility of an inside man, but I never suspected him.

“So uncouth. How could you tie up our delicate Ms. Frost?” Zoey strolled in, closing the door, flipping a switch to illuminate the room–a dim lamp, covered in cobwebs.

In the weak light, I finally saw the room: a dining table, sofa, TV stand–an old–fashioned living room, covered in thick dust and cobwebs, clearly abandoned for years.

a cold stare

reaching for my face. I recoiled in disgust, goosebumps rising on my skin. He rubbed his fingers together, bringing them to his nose. “Mmm, so fragrant.

I’d felt earlier returned, but this time I was clear–headed. I struggled violently. One leg of the rotting wooden chair

down. “Quite the dramatic flair. Already lying down?” His hand moved down

won’t throw you in the sea. I’ll keep you here. Whenever I’m in the mood, I’ll come and… play. I’ll get

creep! Trying to brainwash me!

eyelids, feigning consideration of his proposal. After a few seconds, I looked up, meeting

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