Chapter 12 I Let You Go

Julia Land suddenly stopped resisting, as if she had accepted her fate.

Seeing her submissive, Wesley Turner fed her the drug again.

The effects of this potent drug were swift.

Just when he slightly loosened his grip on her,

Julia Land pulled out a sharp little knife from her pants pocket.

Quick, vicious, and precise, she slashed her own arm, to clear her head.

Those prepared to watch the spectacle started screaming, some with fainter hearts.

"Ah! She's committing suicide."

Julia's knife was also now at Wesley Turner's throat, and she licked her lips, her voice hoarse as she said, "Mr. Turner, let's die together, shall we cavort beneath the earth?"

Wesley Turner, the coward, was scared out of his wits.

Had he known earlier that this woman, even drugged, could be so reckless with her life, he would have tied her up first.

"Put the knife down, and I'll let you go," he stammered.

"Not a chance, if I let you go you'll just trouble me again. Do you think I'm an idiot?"