He's meant to die

Arabella writhed on the bed, and Blaze furrowed his brows. He rubbed at his tired eyes and watched her. She had been thrashing around for some minutes, and he had tried his best to shake her awake. It didn't work. Heck, nothing seems to be working!

Blaze watched Arabella mutter helplessly while tightening his hold on her hand.

Arabella let out a shrill cry. She yanked at the chain used to hold her down in several places, but it didn't give away.

"Blaze!" She yelled. However, nothing happened. He still lay sprawled on the floor and in his pool of blood.

If she didn't act fast, he was going to die.

"He's meant to die."

Arabella gazed around. She saw no one. She narrowed her eyes at the walls and yelled.

"Fucking show your face, coward. You enjoy seeing a helpless girl in pain and killing an innocent man?!"

"You call yourself helpless? Arabella Collins, or should I say the Delicate Rose!"

Arabella shook her head. The latter wasn't her name. She didn't know who that was, but she had heard