âDo it, then!â Vicky closed her eyes, her willingness to face death head-on apparent.
Tyler squeezed her neck tighter and tighter, making it harder for Vicky to breathe. Even with her eyes
closed, she could feel Tyler staring coldly at her. She knew then that the man before her would be
crazy enough to do anything.
Vicky was starting to feel like blacking out from the lack of oxygen as Tylerâs fingers closed around her
neck. Still, she did not put up a struggle; she quietly waited for death to claim her.
Suddenly, Tyler released his grip. A burst of fresh air immediately rushed into Vickyâs lungs, causing
her to cough violently.
âIâm not going to let you die that easily,â said Tyler coldly.
Vicky wheezed and panted, and it took her a while to finally calm down.
She did not say anything, nor did Tyler.
The two of them stared silently at each other. The room was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.
Tyler sat on the bed and looked at her with his piercing eyes as if he wanted to bore a hole out of her.
After a while, Vicky could not take the silence anymore since she had never been the type to stay quiet
for long. She looked around but could not see anything clearly because the table lamp did not give off
enough light.
âWhat is this place? What time is it?â asked Vicky.
âWhy should I tell you? So that you can escape or so that you can send a message to someone who
can save you?â retorted Tyler with a sneer.
âSend a message to someone who can save me?â Vickyâs pupils suddenly froze at the thought of
something.
âThe tracking device on my bodyâ¦â
âAre you talking about this?â sneered Tyler, cutting Vicky off mid-sentence. He was holding an
extremely small object with the tips of his fingers. It was so small that it would be hard to notice the
object unless one looked carefully for it.
Vickyâs face changed. âWhere did you find that?â
Tyler scoffed. âYouâre really willing to do anything to get your hands on the hundred fifty million dollars,
huh? I canât believe you hid a tracking device in your body.â
âInside my body?â
Tyler stretched out his hand and pressed it on the back of her neck. Immediately, she felt a sharp pain
on the spot he was pressing.
âAgh! That hurts!â
âOh, so now it hurts? Did you not think it hurt when you got it implanted into the back of your neck?â
Vicky simply stared at Tylerâs cold face and said nothing. The Tyler before her had become so
traumatized that every little thing could trigger him.
Tyler toyed with the tracking device with his fingers before he suddenly crushed it with his bare hand.
He then threw the broken tracking device into the trash can.
âNo one will be coming here to save you.â Tyler stood up and towered over her like the grim reaper.
âVicky Shaw, you will never escape from me, for I will chase you to the ends of the earth.â
â¦
The next day, the sun poured in through the window.
Vicky opened her eyes and noted that she was alone in the bedroom.
With the sun up, Vicky could finally check out her surroundings. Needless to say, the bedroom was
decorated in the same way as the place where they were hiding before.
It seemed like no matter how Tyler changed, there would always be something that would never
change inside of him.
At that moment, the door to the room swung open. Tyler came in with breakfast in his hand.
Vicky realized her hands and feet were still bound in iron chains. She was like a small wild animal kept
captive in a bedroomâ¦or to be more accurate, on the bed.