My Boss's Bali Massage Trap - Chapter 7: Chapter 7
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Vincent Lowell had completely snapped. His wild screams filled the air as he jerked and twisted in some grotesque, unnatural dance.
After hearing his ramblings, I was sure—he'd lost his mind.
Thud.
I stumbled, catching myself just in time. My fingers brushed against a rock. The plan was simple—wait for him to drop his guard while grieving his dead fiancée, hit him hard, and run.
But I'd underestimated him.
It was like he had a sixth sense. The second I raised the rock, his hand shot out, crushing my wrist in a vice-like grip.
"Trying to run?" His voice was disturbingly calm.
"If you escape, what happens to my fiancée?"
"Where else would I find such a perfect right eye for her?"
Vincent twisted toward me, his other hand closing around my throat. His eyes—wild, feverish—locked onto mine.
Pure terror seized me. His grip tightened, cutting off my air. Choking, I gasped out, "V-Vincent… I didn't kill her… Please… let me go…"
He threw his head back and laughed—a sound that sent chills down my spine. "Let you go? Then who takes her place?"
"Don't worry, Evelyn. It won't hurt. A little anesthesia, and you'll just… drift away."
With a brutal shove, he sent me crashing to the ground. Then he turned, flipping open the suitcase he'd brought.
My blood ran cold.
Inside—scalpels, syringes, vials of drugs.
He filled a syringe, flicking the needle to clear the bubbles before stalking toward me.
I scrambled back, tears blurring my vision. Too slow.
Vincent lunged, slamming me down. The needle glinted as he raised it.
"NO—HELP! SOMEONE, PLEASE!"
My screams were useless. This abandoned villa was miles from anywhere, buried deep in foreign wilderness. No one would hear.
"Save your breath." His grin twisted into something monstrous. "You're going to keep my Sophia company."
The needle plunged—
"FREEZE! HANDS UP!"
The basement door burst open. Cops flooded in, guns drawn.
Behind them—Ryan. My husband.
But it was too late.
The needle pierced my arm. Darkness swallowed me whole.
The last thing I saw—Vincent tackled to the ground, Ryan screaming my name as the world faded to black.
After hearing his ramblings, I was sure—he'd lost his mind.
Thud.
I stumbled, catching myself just in time. My fingers brushed against a rock. The plan was simple—wait for him to drop his guard while grieving his dead fiancée, hit him hard, and run.
But I'd underestimated him.
It was like he had a sixth sense. The second I raised the rock, his hand shot out, crushing my wrist in a vice-like grip.
"Trying to run?" His voice was disturbingly calm.
"If you escape, what happens to my fiancée?"
"Where else would I find such a perfect right eye for her?"
Vincent twisted toward me, his other hand closing around my throat. His eyes—wild, feverish—locked onto mine.
Pure terror seized me. His grip tightened, cutting off my air. Choking, I gasped out, "V-Vincent… I didn't kill her… Please… let me go…"
He threw his head back and laughed—a sound that sent chills down my spine. "Let you go? Then who takes her place?"
"Don't worry, Evelyn. It won't hurt. A little anesthesia, and you'll just… drift away."
With a brutal shove, he sent me crashing to the ground. Then he turned, flipping open the suitcase he'd brought.
My blood ran cold.
Inside—scalpels, syringes, vials of drugs.
He filled a syringe, flicking the needle to clear the bubbles before stalking toward me.
I scrambled back, tears blurring my vision. Too slow.
Vincent lunged, slamming me down. The needle glinted as he raised it.
"NO—HELP! SOMEONE, PLEASE!"
My screams were useless. This abandoned villa was miles from anywhere, buried deep in foreign wilderness. No one would hear.
"Save your breath." His grin twisted into something monstrous. "You're going to keep my Sophia company."
The needle plunged—
"FREEZE! HANDS UP!"
The basement door burst open. Cops flooded in, guns drawn.
Behind them—Ryan. My husband.
But it was too late.
The needle pierced my arm. Darkness swallowed me whole.
The last thing I saw—Vincent tackled to the ground, Ryan screaming my name as the world faded to black.
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