"Speak up," Damon's cold voice resounded through the speaker, with a hint of impatience.
"I… am.. kinda…" Just then, I felt the knife blade on my throat.
I looked upward as instructed by the guard; there were some writings.
"Honey, please come to Villey 23 block," I mentioned as instructed.
"And why is that?" Damon said casually, not caring about what I had said.
"Damon, if you don't come here in the next 60 seconds, you will meet your wife's corpse," the monster man interjected as I began to plead.
"No, please don't kill me!"
"Franklin," Damon said from the other end.
They must have known each other.
"Damon, you know I don't play around."
"Are you threatening me with a useless mistress?"
"What?"
"Didn't she tell you? Why not ask her what binds us together?"
"Damon, don't mess with me."
"Whether she is dead or alive has nothing to do with me."
My heart tightened; Damon really didn't care.
"If the sky doesn't fall down, don't ever call me," Damon said, hanging up with two beeping sounds that echoed in the silent hall.
"What!!! So you are useless to him?" Franklin kicked a stone, and it fell apart. He pointed at me like he would rip me apart.