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Cold sweat coated Millie’s forehead as she braced herself for the impending pain, certain that death was imminent.

But just when all hope seemed lost, the corridor light snapped on, and with a sharp cry, Giovanni’s hand was kicked, his knife clattering on the floor. It was Marcus, his face etched with determination. He pushed Millie aside, his eyes fixed on Giovanni.

With a powerful kick to Giovanni’s knee, Marcus forced him to the floor. As Giovanni looked up, his eyes widened in recognition, and he made a desperate attempt to stand and fight back. But Marcus’ fist came down like a relentless storm, crashing into Giovanni’s head.

Leaning against the wall, Millie’s mind whirled with confusion. Why was Marcus here? Wasn’t he in the room? Had he been lurking in the shadows all along?

The truth was, Marcus had grown concerned about Millie when she went to take out the garbage at night. He had decided to go downstairs to fetch her, but as he stepped into the corridor, the light suddenly went out. The heavy footsteps and the flash of a flashlight triggered his instincts, telling him something was amiss. He hid in the darkness, biding his time.

He hadn’t expected that this man had come specifically for Millie.

“Ugh!”

Giovanni was no match for Marcus. Blow after relentless blow rained down upon him, leaving him unable to fight back. Marcus’ eyes blazed with fury, his fists heavier with each strike, as if he were determined to reduce

now splattered

pleas for mercy were almost drowned out by

bruised and head bleeding.

You’ll kill him if you

death long ago. Leaving him alive today means he remains a

raw and brutal side awakened

sight that met their eyes

helpless and defenseless. They wanted to step in,