"Dylan, enough, Dylan. Don't do this. I've fulfilled all your wishes. I've returned all your money. What more do you want?" Zea tried to untie the ropes on her hands while continuing to cry and plead with the bastard standing casually in front of her, taking a drag of a cigarette.
"I believe you're a good person, Dylan. You won't hurt me again, right? The wound from yesterday still hurts, Dylan. Please don't add to it," she pleaded sorrowfully, with tears streaming down her cheeks.
Dylan grinned. Then he walked over to Zea, who was tied to a chair.
Zea thought the man was approaching to untie her. But instead, he stubbed his cigarette out on her left hand, causing her to be instantly injured.
Indeed, assuming the best about a devil in human form is a grave mistake.
"Ah!" Zea screamed
