Chapter 103 I’m Unique
Assembling a g*n wasn’t difficult. Cyril had taught me step by step before.
I had practiced late into the night to ensure I wouldn’t fail when it mattered most.
I was so familiar with every component that I could assemble it even with one hand.
So now, even though I was restricted to using just one hand to avoid detection, half an hour was more than enough for me to put the g*n together.
Once I finished, I quietly concealed the g*n in my undergarments.
The compact size of the g*n made it virtually undetectable.
It wasn’t a physically demanding job, but by the time I was done, a thin layer of cold sweat had formed on my
forehead.
I had timed it perfectly. Not long after I finished assembling the pistol, the door to the basement creaked
open:
Philip appeared to be in a cheerful mood, humming a tune as he approached.
If I were surrounded by a vibrant field of blossoms, I might have found his humming oddly romantic.
But here, in this grim, shadowy basement, his cheerful tune only added to the eerie atmosphere.
A less resilient person might have already broken down under the creepy sound of his voice.
He stopped in front of me, gazing down at me with a self–satisfied smirk. When he noticed the sweat on my
temple, his lips curled into a faint smile. “Look at you, so pitiful. Been waiting long? Don’t worry, because of
that lovely face, I’ll treat you kindly.”
Philip seemed to be in a particularly good mood. After his little speech, he fiddled absentmindedly with the
ring on his index finger.
The gemstone dragged against the iron bars of the cage, producing a grating noise.
It was as if death itself was closing in.
I frowned slightly as Philip, clearly pleased with himself, produced a set of keys–keys that could unlock my
cage.
My eyes instinctively lingered on the keys as Philip swung them lazily before gracefully taking a seat, crossing his legs.
He smiled and said, “Aurora, you’ve been in that cage for a while now. Wanna step out?”
His voice was laced with persuasion, almost as if he was trying to lure me into something.
I didn’t respond, meeting his gaze with a calm, unreadable expression.
Philip’s smile slowly faded. The glint of interest in his eyes dimmed, and he frowned slightly, seemingly a bit displeased.
His change in attitude didn’t faze me. I didn’t ask him to release me. Instead, I shot back, “Philip, how many women like me have you toyed with?”
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Philip looked momentarily stunned by my question. He arched an eyebrow, his tone casual, almost
dismissive, “I’ve lost count. Maybe…. twenty or thirty? Aurora, why the sudden interest? Are you… jealous?”
I couldn’t help but scoff at the sheer arrogance of men like him. They’re so quick to buy into their own hype, convinced every woman is helplessly drawn to their supposed charm.
I masked the mockery in my gaze, but somehow, Philip still caught a whiff of it.
He rose to his feet, closing the distance between us, his smug expression looming over me. Then, his voice deceptively calm, he prodded, “Aurora, it seems you’re not exactly thrilled to be here, are you?”
I let out a low, humorless laugh, meeting his gaze. “Philip, what woman in her right mind would want to be
here?”
My words hit a nerve. His face contorted with barely–contained rage. “Women of your station should consider it a privilege to be my playthings! How dare you show such insolence? Aurora, just who do you think you are?”
He sneered, his eyes slitting like a predator’s as he opened the cage lock with one hand. Then, he seized my
ankle, dragging me out of the cage with a savage yank.
I discreetly shielded my chest, ensuring the freshly–assembled pistol stayed hidden.
Philip slammed me against the wall so hard it knocked the wind out of me. The basement wall was icy and
damp, stinking of blood that had long since seeped into the stone.
The scene would have made someone with a weaker nerve a sobbing mess by now.
But not me. In that moment, I felt a surge of freedom.
Even though I’d stepped into that cage of my own accord, it was stifling. Every second inside had left my skin
crawling.
Philip’s eyes narrowed as he scrutinized me, his voice laced with curiosity, “You don’t seem the least bit
scared, do you?”
I understood his reaction. His basement was straight out of a nightmare. Any woman who’d endured years of
torment under the Hartman family, only to wind‘ up here, would’ve thought they’d found freedom–only to
discover they’d traded one nightmare for another. It’d take a miracle for them not to shatter.
That was why, for years, every woman Philip had claimed had cowered before him, scrambling to appease him, just to stay alive.
Most men, after all, are suckers for women who play the damsel in distress, triggering that protective
instinct, that need to swoop in and save them.
But Philip had seen countless women like that.
Someone like me, though? He’d never met anyone like me before, so I was a breath of fresh air.
Because of this, in his desperation to possess me, he’d let his guard down without realizing it. As long as I
didn’t push too far with my questions, he’d spill secrets just to soak up my admiration.
It was the fatal flaw of men like Philip.
I locked eyes with him, calm and unflinching. “There’s nothing to be afraid of.”
His eyebrows shot up, and he lunged forward, his hand clamping down on my throat. My life was literally in
his hands–one squeeze, and it could all be over.
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A more fearful person would’ve been pleading for their life by now
But I held his gaze, steady and unyielding. I was his latest toy, and he wouldn’t dare harm me until hed
exhausted the novelty I brought.
Plus, I was one of a kind.
He didn’t have the heart to do it.
True to form, after two minutes, he let go, his eyes sparkling with unmistakable amusement. “Aurora, you’re
fascinating. In all my years, only one person has matched your level of intrigue
My heart raced, but I kept my face a mask of calm. “Is it 0687?”
Was it my sister? So she had been tortured here by Philip after all!
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