At that time, I naively thought that I had already made Gabriel fall for me.
I did as he said while collecting evidence. The day before I could show it to my daughter, Gabriel drugged me.
I woke up in a basement so dark that I couldn't even see my hands.
My hands and feet were tied with thick chains, and Gabriel was burning charcoal.
"Gabriel, what are you doing?"
He didn't answer and his face was devoid of feelings in the flickering firelight.
"You are Molly's mother, right?"
His voice was faint, and I couldn't tell how he was feeling.
My heart lurched, and I dared not say a word with my dry lips pressed together. After a while, he continued to ask, "Why did you approach me?"
After hesitating for a moment, I gathered my courage and said slowly, "For revenge, and you are not right for her."
Gabriel sneered, squatted down in front of me, and scanned my face. His broad hand brushed away a few strands of my hair from my forehead. I could see myself reflected in his obsidian eyes.
He lifted my chin with one hand and leaned closer, but suddenly he grabbed my neck. My pupils dilated!
"I hate women who deceive me," he spoke coldly. I felt his cold breath on my face, and my whole body tensed.