NovelStartThrough the thick fabric of her jacket, Sylvia could hear the sickening thuds of fists meeting flesh, the ugly crunch of twisting bone.
With a metallic clang, a scalpel hit the ground.
Mark didn't even have tto scream-he just crumpled.
Suddenly, the ropes binding Sylvia's arms and legs were gone. Weak and barely conscious, she felt herself swept up into someone's arms.
As she was turned, her jacket slipped from her face. She looked up, dazed, and saw her rescuer.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtRupert.
He looked exactly like the shadowy figure from her memories: pale, cold, his eyes blazing with a lethal intensity. Sylvia's hand cup, trembling, and brushed his cheek. She murmured, almost deliriously, "You cto save me..." She didn't finish. Her hand dropped, and she slid into darkness.
Rupert's heart tightened at the sight. He turned, his stare colder than a winter storm, fixing Mark's body on the ground.
"Orson." "Yes, sir." Orson, shaken by Rupert's presence, hesitated for a split second before stepping forward, grabbing Mark's already mangled arm, and slamming him onto the table.
Sylvia had no idea how much thad passed when she woke with a jolt of pain in her arm. She opened her eyes to see a stranger injecting something into her vein, the clear medication sliding slowly through the syringe. Panicked, she tried to pull away, but the man holding her just tightened his grip. "Let go! Don't touch me!" Sylvia's voice was barely more than a whisper.
The arms around her only held her closer, his breath hot on her cheek. "It's me," cthe low reply.
Rupert.
She hesitated, still shying away from his touch, mumbling, "Don't... don't touch me..." Rupert's brow furrowed. His voice dropped leven lower. "You were drugged with something his shot neutralize it, keep you from getting hooked." The words cut through her fog. Images of Mark flashed before her eyes, and she started to tremble.
Rupert must've felt it-his hold tightened, his voice steady and deep. "You're safe now." The stranger capped the syringe and packed up his kit. "Mr. Rupert, it's done." Rupert's answer was ice-cold. "Destroy it." The man nodded and vanished out the door.
The medication felt like fire in Sylvia's veins, not relief-just a gnawing, miserable ache.
"I feel awful... Letgo..." "You need to ride it out. Just hold on." Rupert's grip stayed firm.
Her still raw from the ropes Mark had used, ached under his grip. She sucked in a sharp breath, pain and humiliation twisting inside her.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHer voice broke. "Leavealone! What do you even want? There's nothing left for you to usefor!" "Enough." Rupert's tone was cold as stone, but he loosened his grip when he saw the marks on her wrists.
Enough? If only she had the strength to fight him.
Maybe it was the medicine, but she found senergy With trembling hands, she shoved Rupert away.
"What if I make a scene? Who are you to me, anyway? Why do you always do this? Why are you always like this?"
She didn't even know what she meant-just that she was hut, apgry, and soy and and so, so tired. After her outburst, her vision blurred, and she staggered toward the door.
Suddenly, he caught her again, rough and desperate. His lips crashed onto hers, hard and vel bruising, all storm and fury When he finally pulled back, his dark eyes locked onto hers, voice low and ragged with frustration.
"You tellwhat am I to you?"
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