Sophie felt a shiver run down her spine at the sound, and she instinctively moved back, only to have her wrists grasped tightly.

Odie was close, too close, his grey eyes gleaming with terrifying amusement.

"Are you afraid of me?"

"Afraid, my foot!"

With surprising strength, Sophie quickly broke free from Odie's grip and, in a swift motion, slapped him across the face. The slap seemed to release all the pent-up frustration and resentment she harbored in her chest.

This bastard had treated her like prey, engaging in a tense and thrilling chase.

"Mr. Odie!" Gattlin turned pale at the sight.

The impact of Sophie's slap had left Odie's cheek red, a trickle of blood emerging from the corner of his mouth. He nonchalantly wiped the blood away and smirked.

"In all these years, you're the first to make me bleed."

I can make you

piqued as he looked down at Sophie on the ground. With a casual gesture, two men

belt and mused, "Tell me, if I were to chop off both your

Trashy people who found joy in others' pain

go mad." Sophie's

gradually faded

the fearless

eyes. He hadn't

actually harming her. He

see her beg for mercy on her knees, but

his hand striking down towards one of Sophie's hands. Sophie didn't even blink and her gaze remained cold

knife hit the deck, missing

I like that." Odie stood up and ordered

"Yes, sir!"

back to Odie, she

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