Chapter 71

• The air was heavy with a mixture of fear and desperation as Emma fought for her life. Morris, a beast of a man driven by primal desires, had cornered her in the dimly lit room. She could feel the warm trickle of blood flowing from her neck where his sharp teeth had sunk in, marking her as his prey.
• Emma's mind raced as she struggled against Morris's overpowering strength. With each passing moment, her resolve intensified, fueled by a desperate will to survive. She clasped her bleeding neck, her fingertips stained crimson, and her eyes filled with determination. Morris's eyes gleamed with a predatory hunger, his face contorted into a cruel smile that sent shivers down Emma's spine.
• “Please, Morris!” she pleaded, her voice trembling with a mixture of pain and fear. “You don't have to do this! We can find another way!”