Chapter 8 - The Arrogant Command
Close-up: Tight shot on the Father's face.
Marcus turned his attention back to the terrified eight-year-old girl lying in the broken porcelain. His dark eyes were completely dead, highly aggressive, and entirely devoid of any human mercy. He glared down at his daughter, his jaw clenched, absolutely convinced that he possessed total, unquestioned control over the physical and psychological reality of everyone in the room.
He didn't turn the gas torch off. He kept the roaring blue flame hovering just inches from the red burn marks on Mia's arm.
"Stay quiet and take it," the Father ordered in a ruthless, commanding tone, his voice echoing off the high ceilings of the modern living room. He wanted the child to completely submit to the pain, to accept his horrific abuse as a normal consequence of her existence.
He wanted to prove to his mother and his mistress that he was the absolute master of his domain.
But as Marcus focused entirely on breaking his daughter's spirit, he completely failed to monitor the woman he had pushed to the floor behind him.
He didn't hear the soft rustle of Elena's casual blouse as she moved. He didn't hear the quiet, determined scrape of her shoes against the hardwood floor.
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He only realized he had made a fatal, catastrophic miscalculation when a sudden, dark shadow fell directly over the roaring blue flame, completely blocking the heat from reaching his daughter's skin.
👉 Read Part 9 to see Elena deploy the ultimate, inescapable weapon.
