Chapter 8: More Interesting

Indeed, for a cold-blooded killer like him, if he wanted her dead, she would've been gone long ago without even knowing it.

A fate worse than death...

It sounded cruel, but as long as she wasn't killed right away, she still had a chance to survive.

"Mr. Green, no, I mean Ro..." Olivia struggled to keep her emotions in check. "I'll still call you Mr. Green. I messed up back then, but it was just to save my own skin. If you're holding a grudge, you can return the stab I gave you."

Charles let out a mocking laugh.

Olivia quickly added, "I know it's not fair, but living on the edge must've been tough. My actions actually helped prove your innocence, letting you walk freely in the sunlight without fearing the cops. Isn't that a good thing for you?"

"Ms. Smith, you've gotten sharper over the past three years."

Charles crossed his legs. "No begging for mercy, just reasoning. But do I look like someone who listens to reason?"

"If you don't listen to reason, then can you at least tell me how you managed to erase all traces of your past?" Olivia asked immediately.

Knowing how he did it was the only way to find a flaw and expose him.

Charles raised an eyebrow.

Olivia was even smarter than he had imagined.

"That's none of your concern. Ms. Smith, why don't you show me how you killed Nolan three years ago? I'll record it to warn future friends not to fall victim to a woman like you."

Charles snapped his fingers.

The door opened, and several men in black suits walked in one by one.

The first man carried recording equipment and began setting it up in the corner, with the camera aimed directly at the bed, at her.

The second man held a scalpel, identical to the one she had used to kill Nolan three years ago.

The last group of men, two in black suits, escorted four disheveled, injured men into the room.

The two henchmen pushed the four men in front of Charles.

"Kneel!"

The four men immediately knelt before Charles.

"Mr. Davis."

The men in black suits called out in unison.

Charles nodded, uncrossing his legs and leaning back comfortably, his hands resting on the armrests, tapping his fingers rhythmically.

"Now that everyone's here, let's begin."

The man with the scalpel approached the four men. "You were all supposed to die, but Mr. Davis is giving you a chance to live."

The four men immediately looked at Charles, hope flickering in their lifeless eyes.

Charles smiled, and the bodyguard continued, "There's a woman on that bed. Take turns with her. The one who lasts the longest without being killed by her gets to live."

The four men instantly looked at Olivia like starving beasts.

Olivia trembled violently. "Don't listen to him. Robert is a devil. No matter what you do, he won't let you go. We should fight together and escape."

Shouting out a plan was foolish, but she had no time to strategize.

The four kneeling men stared at Olivia, then quickly pledged their loyalty to Robert.

"Mr. Davis, I'll do whatever you say. I won't resist."

"Mr. Davis, my life is yours. I'll do whatever you ask."

"Mr. Davis, she's just a crazy woman. Watch how I teach her a lesson for you."

"Mr. Davis, I'm your dog. I'll bite whoever you want."

Olivia was speechless.

Despair slowly crept onto her face.

Was there no chance at all?

Would these men really hand their lives over to someone else so willingly?

Charles stood up, took the scalpel from the bodyguard, and walked over to Olivia, lifting her chin with the blade.

"Ms. Smith, you're becoming more interesting. I hope you can surprise me even more. By the way, this scalpel is for you. If you can kill one of these men, I'll consider letting you leave this room today. If you kill all four, I'll think about your earlier proposal and maybe live a normal life. How about that?"

Olivia was forced to look up, her teeth chattering with fear, but she still spoke her mind. "I'm an ordinary person, not a murderer."

She realized that Charles enjoyed novelty and excitement.

The more she complied, the quicker she would die.

The more she defied him, the more interested he would become, prolonging her torment and increasing her chances of survival.

"Not a murderer?" Charles tossed the scalpel onto her lap, sneering as he returned to the sofa. "You didn't have that realization when you killed Nolan. Let's begin."

"You four, line up and take turns," the bodyguard commanded. "Remember, only one of you will survive."

The first man tore off his shirt and strode toward Olivia.

"No."

Olivia tried to flee in terror, but Charles's men surrounded her. She couldn't escape.

She tried to reason with the approaching man.

"Robert said his friend assaulted me three years ago, and I killed him. If you hurt me, I'll fight back. Even if you succeed, Robert won't spare you. You..."

The man didn't respond. He grabbed a vase from a nearby table and smashed it over Olivia's head.

Blood immediately streamed down her hair, blurring her vision.

In that moment of disorientation, the man snatched the scalpel from her hand, pinned her down on the bed, and began tearing at her clothes.

Different man, different time, but the same humiliation.

No, this torment was worse than three years ago.

Back then, only David had watched. Now, there were eight men.

And a camera in the corner, recording her humiliation.

No!

They couldn't treat her like this.

She had survived three years ago, and she would survive today.

Olivia silently endured the man's assault, her hands groping for the scalpel.

But it had been thrown under the bed, out of reach.

All she could touch were the soft sheets, blankets, pillows, and...

As the man moved, something slipped from her neck.

A necklace.

The necklace David had given her.

A glimmer of hope sparked in Olivia's eyes.