"Miss Barton, your eyes are so beautiful. It seems that I can't bear to let you die like this."
Patrick pinched her lightly and no longer increased his strength. He just looked down at her as if she was an ant, with pity and charity in his eyes.
His thumb slowly slid down Cierra's chin, sliding down the blood vessels.
He suddenly loosened his grip and bent down slightly. His warm breath almost blew into Cierra's ear.
"How about this? If you beg me to let you go, I won't do anything to you. What do you think?"
Patrick tilted his head with a cold smile on his face, which made her feel a chill run down her spine.
Cierra's eyes were red as she looked at him. She clenched her teeth and endured everything she had suffered.
Begging him?
Should she act like Aleah, pretending to be weak and delicate, crying and begging?
Or could it be that in order to survive, she had to put down her dignity?