Chapter 124

Jean

Just as I thought, Serafino Regis makes his entrance not long after I came to. The sight of him halts my struggles against the red ropes, as I’m overcome with fear of what he’s planning to do with me.

“Well don’t you just look lovely like this, little Jean?” Even his voice makes me shiver. He looks nothing like what a man in his mid-fifties usually looks like. He appears much younger, and very fit too. He wears a dark red robe, loosely tied around his waist, his toned chest exposed just a little. In his hand, he cradles a wine glass half-filled with the same dark red of his robe.

“You,” I say with all the hate I could muster from my body. There’s no denying how much this person had made me suffer. He killed my parents, took my sister away from me, and terrorized countless others.

“Yes, it’s me,” Serafino says, a smile playing on his lips as if this amuses him. Licking his lips, he crosses the room to sit on what looks like an antique fauteuil.

As if my position isn’t embarrassing