Chapter 154


    "Since you seem set on your own course, I won''t say much," Izabe uttered, her gaze gradually


    darkening while maintaining her calm demeanor. She lowered her head and let out a soft chuckle.


    "Would you mind assisting me to rise?"


    Her eyes appeared hazy and captivating as she nced toward the bed, indicating her intention.


    A smile formed on Heckter''s face, but it gradually transformed into a sinister and malevolent


    expression.


    Stepping forward, Heckter lifted Izabe by her waist. However, her weight caused him to furrow his


    brow. She was incredibly light, defying his expectations of a woman''s heft.


    Izabepliantly rested against his shoulder, the smile on her lips growing more profound.


    Gently, she looped her arm around his neck, discreetly retrieving a small knife concealed within her


    sleeve.


    She held her breath, her heart pounding so fast it felt like it was about to leap out of her throat. As


    Heckterid her on the bed, Izabe suddenly tightened her grip around his neck and stabbed


    downward with the knife in her right hand.


    She aimed for the artery in his neck. She only had one chance to strike tonight, and if she missed,


    Izabe was prepared for the worst oue.


    Her eyes glinted with a frigid intensity, and a tearing noise echoed through the air as the knife swiftly


    severed the fabric, apanied by Heckter''s anguished scream.


    The pungent aroma of blood permeated the space, and the hand clutching the knife became coated


    in a sticky and repulsive sensation. Izabe clenched her teeth, forcefully shoving him aside, and


    slid off the bed,nding on the floor.


    The entire sequence of events unfolded in a rapid blur. Tremors of both anticipation and


    apprehension coursed through Izabe''s body, causing her grip on the knife to waver precariously.


    She looked towards Heckter on the bed, only to see him clutching


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    Izabe''s pupils contracted. She had aimed for Heckter''s neck, but he had evaded her and was


    injured on his shoulder instead.


    "Surprised I could dodge?" The knife wound caused Heckter to lose a considerable amount of


    blood, but luckily it was not fatal, although he couldn''t lift his shoulder for the time being.


    What a ruthless woman.


    Heckter spat out a mouthful of blood, took off his shirt, andughed grimly, "Izabe, you''re done


    for. I didn''t want to be violent with you, but it seems there''s no need for that anymore."


    Izabe was drenched in cold sweat, her rapid reflexespelling her to crawl away, but he


    grabbed her ankle. She scrambled towards the bedside table, causing themp on top toe


    crashing down.


    The crystalmp shattered into countless pieces on the floor. Izabe, who was close to it, was


    showered with shards, cutting her face and arms.


    Despite the immense pain, Izabe picked up a piece of the broken ss and swung it backwards,


    but Heckter, prepared for her attack, dodged it.


    "You bitch! Trying to hurt me again? Looks like I need to teach you a lesson!" Heckter dragged


    Izabe by the ankle to the foot of the bed and then unbuckled his belt,shing it against her back.


    "Ahh!" Izabe cried out in pain.


    Heckter''s eyes glimmered with sadistic delight as Izabe''s screams fueled his fervor. With each


    brutal strike, his blows intensified.


    The relentless onught left her body ame with searing agony. Dizziness engulfed her, and she


    reached a breaking point, expelling a gory mouthful of blood.


    This was the true nature of Heckter—a man who found gratification in inflicting torment upon others.


    Izabe fiercely bit her lip, suppressing her cries of anguish.


    After enduring over a dozenshes, her back was drenched in a torrent of blood, staining her shirt a


    vivid red.


    A malevolent grin twisted Heckter''s face as he callously seized Izabe by the waist, flinging her


    onto the bed.


    Izabe groaned in pain. The small knife she had been gripping tightly was still in her hand, and she


    raised it as Heckter lunged at her.


    However, before she could make contact, he had already pinned her wrist down, "You really never


    learn, do you?"


    Izabe gasped for air, on the brink of copse. Killing was no longer a viable option for her, she


    didn''t even have the strength to lift her hand.


    Tears streamed down her cheeks as she closed her eyes. She resembled a graceful swan, trapped


    in a suffocating morass.


    Realizing that she couldn''t bring herself to kill Heckter, she instead contemted taking her own life.


    With this resolve in mind, she shifted the knife''s tip toward her vein, mustering her wrist''s dexterity,


    and swiftly drove the de in.


    The suddenness of her action caught even the ever-watchful Heckter off guard, as he never


    anticipated her resorting to self-harm by shing her wrist and sumbing to blood loss.


    This woman was ruthless to others, but even more so to herself!