Chapter 102 Like a Predator Claiming Its Prize
After an hour–long drive, the vehicle pulled to a stop in the courtyard of Philip’s estate.
The trunk was opened, and a blast of cool air swept in, bringing me some much–needed relief.
As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, the rich aroma of sandalwood enveloped me.
Instinctively, I looked up and saw Philip staring at me with a curious glint in his eyes, his brow slightly raised as if he had discovered some shiny new plaything.
Our gazes locked, and a confident smirk curled at the corner of his lips. He rested his hand on the cage that held me captive, his fingers tapping rhythmically, each tap sending a wave of unease through me.
“Let’s see who we have here,” he drawled, his voice laced with a sickening glee, like a predator finally pinning down its long–sought prey, eager to show off its sharp fangs.
I watched him warily as his hand slipped into the cage, gripping my chin firmly. His predatory gaze raked over my features, scrutinizing every detail.
After a moment, he let out a low, mocking tsk. “You really are quite the beauty, aren’t you? Even more so than 0687. No wonder someone as clueless as Darian couldn’t take his eyes off you.”
Hearing him mention my sister’s number again, I barely held back the fury boiling in my chest. But I couldn’t let my intentions show–not yet. If I did, I might never get what I came for.
I lowered my gaze, feigning calmness and submission. I had prepared for this long before facing Philip. I knew what was coming, and I quickly clamped down on my emotions, making sure he didn’t catch even a hint of my true feelings.
My apparent submission seemed to satisfy him. He released my chin and gestured to the black–clad men standing nearby. “Take her to the basement. Tonight… I’ll have a proper chat with her.”
The men nodded curtly, then hauled me away with chilling indifference and carried me down.
I had always known Philip was no saint, but the sight of the basement still sent a shiver of dread through me. This wasn’t just any ordinary basement–it was a nightmarish dungeon, a chamber of horrors that could
make even the bravest soul tremble.
The space, spanning over two hundred square meters, was crammed with a menacing collection of instruments of pain–some designed to inflict agony, others catering to his twisted desires. Each one was enough to send a shiver of revulsion down anyone’s spine.
And I was no exception.
What shook me to my core was the sight of fresh blood still staining some of the tools.
It seemed… the last victim hadn’t been gone for long!
My heart raced like a drum, and my face drained of color in a flash.
Could this be my sister’s blood? Was she here?
Just the thought of it sent a searing pain through my chest.
It felt like monstrous hands were crushing my heart, squeezing tighter and tighter, threatening to shatter it.
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Chapter 102 Like a Predat
I bit down hard on my tongue, clinging to my sanity by a thread, determined not to break.
When I first met Philip, he offhandedly claimed my sister had ‘misbehaved‘ and run off, but I wasn’t buying it.
A control freak like Philip would never let go of something–or someone–he valued.
He was baiting me, trying to break me, so he laid on the cruelty thick.
Even if this blood wasn’t hers, my sister had surely suffered through this nightmare!!
Philip deserved nothing less than death!
My cage was tossed into the heart of the basement. The leader of the black–clad men shot me a look, his expression unreadable.
I steadied myself, locking eyes with him calmly, silently assuring him everything was fine and to stay composed.
At my calm gaze, his tension visibly eased.
He turned to the others and barked, “She’s here. Let’s move. Don’t screw up Mr. Hodge’s plans!”
The others nodded, but he knelt before me, brow furrowed, and gripped my wrist.
He warned, “Behave. Don’t piss off Mr. Hodge, or… you’ll regret it.”
I widened my eyes, pretending to be scared out of my wits.
The men erupted in laughter at my act. “Thought the almost–mistress was something special,” one jeered. “Turns out she’s just a scared little mouse!”
“Young mistress? Don’t make me laugh! She’s about to be the cheapest thing around. I wouldn’t take her if
she were free!”
Their laughter echoed, their eyes raking over me with contempt as they flung insults like daggers.
I stayed silent, my face a mask of calm, as I discreetly tightened my hold on the hidden object in my palm. Having accomplished his task, the leader of the black–clad men released his grip on my chin, his icy eyes scanning the others. “Let’s move. We don’t want to piss off Mr. Hodge,” he said curtly.
The others nodded vigorously in agreement, trailing behind him without a backward glance.
Once they were gone, I managed to twist my body into a new angle. This position would keep me hidden from the cameras, making sure they couldn’t see what I was clutching in my hand.
My eyes fixed on the three bullets lying there–tiny, unassuming, yet pulsing with boundless hope.
I assessed the situation in a flash. Knowing Philip’s personality, he’d likely leave me alone for a while, letting my fear build so his eventual arrival would be all the more satisfying for him.
That brief window–about thirty minutes–was all I needed.
It was enough for me to quietly piece together the gun.
By the time Philip arrived, I would have complete control over the situation.
After all, I knew him well enough to be certain he’d be alone during these… moments.
This was my best chance.
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Chapter 102 Like a Predat
I lowered my gaze, hiding the cold resolve in my eyes.
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