You frowns, consumed by the rage when his words successfully taunted you. You raise your hand and quickly move it to hit him, but he grabs your hand in the middle air.

He pushes you towards the wall, pinning you there with his body. He looks at your hand he's still holding above your head, his lips slowly curling into the evil smile.

"Oh, I remember the sweet pain reflecting from your eyes in the basement. He's so weak he treated you like this. Let me see the wound," he says in whisper with a deep and slow voice, making your heart skip a few beats.

He undo the bandage on your hand, looking down at the wound on your palm. It's slowly healing, but still red and fresh. You can't force your body to listen to you, as much as you try.

"You've gained some courage since the last time. I like it. Would you like a chance to proof you can be better than this?" He ask you, his dark cold blue eyes looking deeply into your soul.

• "Yes." (Chapter 163)

• "No." (Chapter 164)