Chapter 111: Fucking psycho.

Matilda's gaze flickered, and she remembered the prisoner she had been keeping. "Bring her in," she said softly, her voice dripping with an air of superiority. She sipped her go-to wine, the crystal glass glinting in the light. The wine was a deep red, almost black, and it seemed to match the darkness in her heart. Jennifer, meanwhile, was in utter darkness, trying to catch her breath, her heart racing with fear. She had been trapped for what felt like an eternity, with no light, no hope, and no escape. The darkness was suffocating, and she could feel it pressing in on her from all sides. But then, she heard the door unlock and a rumble in the room. Soon, a figure walked towards her, and she saw a flash of light, revealing the thug's half-scarred face. His eyes were cold, his jaw was set, and his grip was like a vice as he dragged her out of the cell. He unlocked her cot, dragging her out, and Jennifer screamed, "What do you want?" She struggled to break free, but the man wa