Chapter 105 Could 0687 Be Your Sister?
My eyes didn’t waver as I slowly reached out and took his hand. I choked back the bile rising in my throat and intertwined our fingers. “Philip,” I began, my voice calm, “since Cadell’s already pawned me off to you, in a sense, even if I resist, I’m still yours. So, naturally, I should try to please you.”
He looked momentarily stunned, as if he’d never encountered someone who spilled their guts without a second thought. A dark chuckle rumbled in his chest, and his eyes sparkled with twisted delight. “So, you
don’t like me at all, do you?”
I murmured softly, my fingertip tracing circles in his palm. “Wouldn’t it be a lie if I said I did? Honestly, we’ve barely met. Isn’t it normal that I don’t feel anything for you?”
Rather than lashing out, Philip’s lips twisted into a sly grin. “You’re even more blunt than I imagined.” He snatched my straying finger, his gaze lingering on my neatly trimmed nails. “Suddenly, it clicks why Darian’s
so taken with you.”
I played dumb, tilting my head like a confused puppy. But Philip didn’t elaborate. Instead, he released a lazy, half–amused sigh. “You’re so fascinating, I’m almost sorry for what I had in store for you.”
I paused, raising an eyebrow. “Tie me up like the others and force me into your sick little games?”
“Honestly? Yes,” he confessed, his malice dripping from every word. “But you’ve thrown me for a loop. At least
for now, until I get bored, I think I’ll spare you that.”
“Oh,” I said with a shrug, completely unfazed, like we were chatting about the weather. “Well, I guess that
makes me lucky, then.”
My reaction clearly amused him, and he eased up even more. Out of nowhere, he asked, “Don’t you wonder why I did that earlier?”
He was talking about when he frisked my mouth for hidden stuff. I pretended to be mildly intrigued, and Philip’s eyes gleamed with excitement. “Since you’ve heard of 0687, you probably know she’s one of my favorites. You wouldn’t believe it–she was a fiery little spitfire.”
At the mention of my sister’s number, my fingers instinctively clenched. I was dying to know what she was
like, how she’d survived. Even as hatred seethed within me, I kept my cool, straining to hear every word. Philip
cast a sharp glance my way, but he didn’t say a word. Instead, his eyes gleamed with even more amusement.
I couldn’t tell what was going through his mind. From the very beginning, he had his doubts about my identity and my connection to my sister. Right then, I couldn’t tell if Philip was enjoying the idea of me being jealous- or if he still thought 0687 was my sister, and now, standing before her older sister, he was getting off on describing how brutally he’d treated her.
He was scarily observant, catching even the subtlest shifts in my emotions. I forced myself to tamp down my feelings, ensuring I wouldn’t be so easily exposed.
Philip drawled, “I’ve never encountered a woman so difficult to break. No matter what torment she endured, her eyes always blazed with defiance. Can you believe it? Even when I stripped her n***d and forced her to crawl on the floor like a dog, she refused to feel shame. Her furious eyes never left me.”
“And then… she’d hidden a long needle in her mouth. When she got close enough, she spat it out, drove it
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straight into my vein, and twisted it, ripping at my flesh, almost cutting the vein clean through.”
My heart pounded violently in my chest, and the scene he described flashed before my eyes. I couldn’t imagine how my sister had endured it, how she’d kept fighting despite the hopelessness. I was desperate to see her, to know what had become of her! But I had to hold it all in, not letting even a flicker of my anguish
show.
Philip was like a bloodhound with a keen nose–the moment I slipped up, he’d catch it.
As he spoke, his expression hardened, turning icy. A cruel, predatory smile crept across his face. “Aurora, do you know what I did to her in the end?”
I held my breath. “No, I don’t.”
Philip’s grin widened, oozing satisfaction. “I hung her up for three days and three nights, giving her no food or water. I projected horror films on the walls around her, driving her to the brink of madness. Only then did I
reappear.”
“The deeper she groveled, the more food I’d give her. But, to my surprise, she was so stubborn. She’d rather starve to death than kneel before me.”
“She was too entertaining–I couldn’t let her die.” “But if I didn’t punish her, I couldn’t quell my anger. I wanted her to feel my agony, but her body was so beautiful–I couldn’t bear to leave scars on it. In the end, I resorted to burying needles under her nails. The pain is excruciating, yet it leaves no visible marks.”
“Aurora, you have no idea how hauntingly she wailed. Even now, just thinking about it, I feel a twisted sense
of pleasure.”
Philip’s words were soft, almost tender, but when strung together, they cut like razor–sharp blades, piercing my soul. I could almost choke on the metallic tang of blood rising in my throat, and as I stared at his smug expression, I barely resisted the urge to put a bullet through his skull. My hands clenched into fists, nails
digging into my palms, as I fought to maintain my composure.
I knew my sister’s life was a living hell, but I never imagined Philip would go to such fengths to humiliate her. The thought of her enduring such cruelty made my chest tighten with a mix of rage and helplessness. How could I possibly hold back my fury? I was on the verge of losing my grip on sanity.
Philip’s gaze locked onto my face, his brow arching as he spoke, each word measured and venomous.
“Aurora, you look… furious. Am I right? Is 0687 really your sister? Did you come here for revenge?”
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