Chapter 513
Vicky glared at the man resentfully. âYou are a lunatic and a pervert!â âWhy is it that those two words
are the only names you can think of to call me with?â
She clenched her fists. âTyler Hart, just kill me already!â
âThatâs hardly as fun as torturing you.â He put on his clothes and looked as elegant as ever. He glanced
at her bloodshot eyes that were filled with hatred and said, âWhatever you do to me, Iâll return it right
back to you.â
He bent down with a smirk. âThis is fair.â
At this moment, the rage boiling in Vicky reached a tipping point at his words, and she reached out for
a knife among the tools before swiftly bringing it down on him.
She noticed the knife before this, but she was not a murderer and could not bring herself to kill
someone. However, Tylerâs lack of remorse and casual tone pushed her over the edge.
What happened to her in Forever Night and having her freedom and pride ripped from her occupied her
head, and she drove the knife straight into his chest without any hesitation.
Tyler did not seem to foresee such a reaction and did not dodge.
Blood soaked his white shirt and trickled down through the knife and onto her hand.
She had only acted in a fit of anger and sobered as soon as she saw blood.
She widened her eyes in shock and let go.
Tyler, on the other hand, stared at the knife stabbed into his chest dazedly and looked at her before
chuckling at the panic in her eyes.
âScared?â he asked and plucked the knife out.
Blood spilled on her face, and he moved closer to her with the knife in hand.
Not knowing if he wanted to stab her as well, Vicky backed away on the bed.
He grabbed her hand, and she screamed hysterically, âTyler Hart, what are you doing?!â
âYou want to kill me, donât you?â He looked at her expressionlessly. âThis is hardly enough. Stabbing
me here will just injure me.â
His long fingers were tainted by blood, which continued to ooze out of his wound.
As he approached her with the knife, he looked almost like a demon stepping out of hell, terrifying her.
She shook her head and backed away, but he simply placed the knife back into her hand and closed
her fingers around it.
âIf you want to kill me, you need to do it this way.â He guided her hand to stab into his chest once again.
âAah!â She screamed when blood spilled onto her face.
Vicky tried her best to break free, but he was so strong that she could not pull her hand away.
âNo⦠Tyler, let go!â she screamed, her voice cracking in absolute horror.