Chapter 167 A Discarded Rag

• Fabrizio walked slowly toward the bed, each step deliberate, like someone who took pleasure in stretching the moment-savoring fear before delivering the final blow.
• Antonella shrank further into herself, dragging the sheet up to her chest and clutching it tightly, as if that fragile fabric could somehow shield her from the threat closing in.
• With a sharp, brutal motion, he tore the sheet away and flung it to the floor, stripping it of any value beyond that of a discarded rag.