Chapter 23 In the Nightmare
Genesis's POV
He actually wanted to use Sofia to play Russian roulette?!
I shook my head frantically, typing on my phone at lightning speed: \[Sofia's family has already compensated me. I don't want to take revenge on her anymore.\]
Since I'd already accepted her compensation, I should honor the agreement.
I didn't want to cause any more trouble because of today's events.
I gripped the wheelchair wheels, about to back away, when a silver pistol slapped against my face.
My body immediately froze.
Eli leaned close to me playfully. Our shadows reflected on the ground, almost like an intimate couple.
But his words were ice cold. "You don't have a choice."
I suddenly gripped the wheelchair armrests tightly.
Perhaps I'd been too relaxed lately, forgetting Eli's past behavior and forgetting that he was the real demon who killed without blinking.
"You're too narcissistic." Eli's gun slowly traced across my face. "You think I brought Sofia here because of you? Naive. I brought her here only because she ignored my warning to her. I hate people who don't take me seriously most, and no one can ignore my orders. Understand?"
His gun was ice cold, making my whole body shiver.
I trembled as if I'd fallen into an ice cave. Eli forcibly pried my hands open and placed a fruit knife in my palm.
I instinctively gripped the handle.
Eli leaned close intimately and held my hand. "A good girl like you definitely doesn't know how to play, right? How about I teach you?"
Sofia in the distance obviously heard Eli's words and immediately started screaming frantically, tears and snot covering her face.
I whimpered involuntarily.
Although I'd schemed to get Sofia expelled from school, I'd never thought about directly killing her!
I trembled with fear. I couldn't bring myself to kill someone with my own hands.
Eli seemed oblivious to my trembling and reminded me gently, "Let's begin."
The person by the wheel started spinning it. Sofia's screams became even more miserable, and I squeezed my eyes shut in terror.
Eli's cold fingers touched my eyelids, his voice icy. "Open your eyes! If you keep them closed, I can't guarantee where this knife will hit her body. If it's her throat, she might die instantly. And all of this would be because you closed your eyes and refused to look. You would have killed her."
I trembled and opened my eyes, tears falling involuntarily.
This crazy murderer! He actually wanted to blame everything on me!
Watching Sofia's face full of despair, my heart rose to my throat.
I resisted raising my hand, but Eli gripped my hand without question and threw the fruit knife without hesitation!
The knife flew steadily toward Sofia. My breathing and heartbeat almost stopped, but I didn't dare look away from the knife for even a second, afraid it would really pierce Sofia's throat.
"Ah!" My throat made a broken scream for the first time. Though it sounded awful, it truly vented my emotions.
But I couldn't care about the sound from my throat right now. I stared at the knife without blinking, watching it fly toward Sofia.
The fruit knife plunged deep into Sofia's thigh.
Dark red blood quickly slid down Sofia's thigh, soon pooling into a large puddle on the ground that looked terrifying.
Sofia trembled in pain. She struggled frantically like a fish thrown onto shore.
I felt like I'd seen this scene before.
My pupils contracted violently, and my breathing became rapid.
Scenes I'd witnessed before appeared in front of me. My parents lying in pools of blood, my mother's eyes staring at me, trembling as she placed her blood-stained hand on mine.
She silently told me, "Live well."
From that day on, I lost all joy and happiness in my life.
The string that had been taut in my heart finally snapped.
I covered my face with my hands, curled up in the wheelchair, and cried silently.
Why was I the one who survived! I'd tried everything, but still couldn't live well like my mother asked.
I missed them so much!
Countless times I'd wanted to return to that scene, to investigate what really happened back then, but Jordan had always stopped me.
Only by leaving! Only by getting into college and leaving the Martinez family could I truly search for the truth.
Just as I was crying so hard I could barely breathe, Eli boredly threw the fruit knife back onto the tray. "What a pity."
I ignored him. Maybe he was disappointed he couldn't use this to kill Sofia, but I felt relieved that she hadn't really died by my hand.
"I heard you weren't actually mute from the beginning." Eli's words pulled me from my memories. I looked at him through tear-blurred eyes. What did he mean?
Eli pulled out a handkerchief and roughly wiped my face, saying with disgust, "I was hoping Sofia's situation might shock you into speaking today. Looks like that failed too."
He spoke these regretful words without any sincerity, clearly not as disappointed as he claimed.
Anger immediately flared in my heart!
He'd gone through all this trouble to bring me here just for this boring experiment? He had no heart at all!
Whether it was my pain and fear or Sofia's life and death, none of it mattered to him. He only cared about his twisted curiosity!
But why should he!
I was the mute one. What business was it of his?!
Whether I could speak or wanted to speak was my freedom! I was already restricted everywhere in the Martinez family. Why should even my speech be controlled by him!
In my rage, I impulsively wheeled toward him and crashed into him!
What shocked me was that Eli showed no intention of dodging!
He just stood there quietly, letting my wheelchair crash into him!
Bang!
My wheelchair was caught by his hand, and my head hit his leg hard.
He should have been the one in pain, but I was the one whose head hurt from hitting his tense, muscular thigh. I couldn't help but cover my forehead.
Physiological tears were forced out. I looked up at Eli, hoping to find any evidence of pain on his face.
As it turned out, there was none.
He seemed as relaxed as if a mosquito had bitten him. He even leaned down to stare into my eyes.
His grayish-green blue eyes were filled with seriousness as he slowly curved his lips.
The fear from when I first met him swept over me again. I instinctively pressed back against the wheelchair, avoiding eye contact with him.
Eli chuckled softly, his cold fingers gripping my chin. "Tell me, how do you want to die?"