Revenge of the Hideous Lady by Moonlight

Rachel Wood never liked it when Sebastian Brenand drank when she was around.

He nearly quit drinking for Rachel's sake even though he enjoyed it.

He rarely touched alcohol if he could help it unless he was hanging out with friends.

Lately, however, he had been drinking nearly every day. Without the numbing effect of alcohol, he probably might have died from the pain in his heart.

For this very reason, Sebastian seemed to have gotten addicted to alcohol. He'd have panic attacks and feel out of breath whenever he stopped like nothing felt right.

Opening another bottle of red wine, he began drinking from the bottle. He used to drink red wine for the sake of enjoyment in the past, but now he thought of it as a way of venting out.

It didn't matter if the wine tasted fine or whether it aged well. All he cared about was to get drunk and forget for a while.

After finishing another bottle of wine, Sebastian tossed the bottle to the ground, breaking it into pieces.

However, he still wasn't drunk, his mind alert. He couldn't stop replaying the moments he shared with Rachel, wondering where she was and whether she was suffering. While thinking, he had another mental breakdown.

He leaned helplessly against the couch as he looked up at the luxurious ceiling and laughed bitterly.

Then, he began to cry, tears blurring his vision.

He genuinely believed that he would kill his parents if Rachel wasn't at their mercy, and he could afford to be reckless.

They went too far.

How could they do this to Rachel?

Where did they take her?

Why couldn't he and Stanley Batton find her despite doing everything they could with their vast resources and connections?

How did she disappear without a trace?

Although Sebastian was devastated, knowing that his family had kidnapped Rachel, he could only tell the police that she had run away from home.

he needed to

when she answered. "Give Rachel back to me! Do you hear me? Give her back!" Sebastian had long lost his rationality, acting like

his face. "This is the first time I've ever met someone I loved. I can't live without

Do you want to watch me die of

on. What do you want me to do? Can you please let

anything apart from leaving Rachel and marrying Yvette, okay?

anything else you

more he spoke, the more upset

really couldn't take it anymore; he was

his mother was unaffected as usual and

bother telling me all these things. If you want Rachel back, you'll do as I say, and marry Yvette tomorrow. Get ready. Go to bed earlier. If you show up late, I'll make sure you never see Rachel

felt as if he was

phone weakly before leaning against the couch, feeling exhausted, his

hearing buzzing

The wedding was tomorrow.

top of his lungs, wanting to vent

killed his family over and over again in his mind, yet he

It was truly suffocating.

eyes closing, he knelt

out at the gray sky. "God, Deities, whoever that hears me out there... aren't you supposed to be kind and caring

look at me!" he pleaded. "Look at Rachel! Get my parents to

mad. I'm begging you.

to the floor

pain was nothing compared to the pain

finally stopped when his forehead began to bleed. He straightened and sat on the couch, resuming his indulgence

It's all

you, but you still haven't returned Rachel to me,"

to himself as

drank

and laughed bitterly.