Clara turned to me, her eyes burning with rage. "Henry came to comfort you, and this is how you repay him?! Have you completely lost your mind?! If he suffers any trauma from this, you’ll pay for it with your life!"
Wyatt frowned, his face filled with disappointment. "I can barely recognize you anymore, Jayce. What did Henry ever do to you? How could you hurt him like this? You enjoy being a pathetic, lowly plaything—does that mean he has to stoop to your level too? You deserve to be used and discarded by those men!"
With that, they supported Henry and walked away without a second glance.
Before leaving, Clara turned back, her expression cold and merciless.
"Since you like being humiliated by men so much, let’s make sure you get your fill. Lock the door."
My desperate pleas for mercy were drowned out by the sound of the door slamming shut.
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Wyatt hesitated when he heard the gut-wrenching screams from inside. An uneasy feeling crept up his spine.
"Honey... do you think this is too much?"