Daniel tightened his grip even more, gritting his teeth as he said, "Grace, do you really want to argue at this point? Do you think you can pull the wool over my eyes?"
His facial muscles were tense with anger, veins bulging on his forehead as if they might burst at any moment.
Grace was nearly gasping for air, struggling to squeeze out a few words from her throat. "Daniel, let... let go!"
Her voice was extremely weak, forced through clenched teeth, her eyes wide with fear and despair.
Daniel glared at her, shouting, "Let go? After what you've done, you still think I'll let you off the hook?"
Grace's face had turned from red to purple, her hands desperately trying to pry Daniel's fingers away. Her nails were turning bloodless from the effort, and her eyes were filled with hopelessness
