Chapter: 1206

But his protests came too late.

They collapsed together, breathless and spent on the cold floor.

Moments later, his mood soured further, and he struck her across the face before standing and securing the door with an iron chain.

Staring at the moldy, foul-smelling basement ceiling, a laugh escaped her Lips.

"You think you can kill me, Bethany? Keep dreaming!" she spat defiantly.