Chapter 35

Everyone trembled in fear as Clyde, or rather, the embodiment of a vengeful demon, stood before us. His eyes burned with a fiery red glow, and a malevolent smile twisted his face, revealing the depths of his thirst for revenge. The air crackled with tension, thick with an impending sense of danger.

Clyde's sinister chuckle sliced through the heavy silence, its chilling resonance echoing and sending icy tendrils of fear. The malevolence in his voice was palpable, each word dripping with venomous contempt. "Ah, the word 'traitor'," he sneered, his tone laced with a sadistic delight. "It's a word that I hate the most, Isabella."

My voice quivered, a tremor betraying my fear and desperation as I desperately sought to reason with the demonic presence that had taken hold of Clyde. "Clyde, please, you have to listen to me," I pleaded, my words trembling with a mix of terror and urgency. "I swear, I never pressed that button. It was a mistake, I swear!"

The weight of his accusation hung heavil