Chapter 162: Guilt
In the box was an innocent fluffy teddy bear... turned into something undesirable for a young child. The bear was in tight ropes, even gagged indicating its suffocation.
It turns out that his gut-feeling was right all along.
Beatrix’ father’s hand trembled as he looked at the letter the bear was also holding. It was glued to its furry hand, but with enough pressure, one could get it free from the toy. His jaw clenched as he smelled the dried iron on it, traces of blood present on the parchment of paper.
He hesitated to open it, but he still dared to do so. This is one way for him to get clues on who’s doing this--threatening him, his family, his daughter.
Beatrix’ father grew anxious by the second. With the life of his eyes slowly turning into fear, he froze in place and dropped the letter to the floor when he read what was written in blood.
"Will she still call you ’papa’ once she knows everything you’ve done?"
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Damien had his eyes closed as he relaxed on his chair. With the room dark, only the red light directly on him, he released a deep breath that he held for who knew how long.
He was conditioning himself once again for things he didn’t want to do. However, with that wretched woman clearly not learning her place, he knew he had to do something about it.
He didn’t like what he was doing but for the woman he loves, he’d be willing to do it--even move heaven and earth for her.
He thought that after the first torture, she would not do anything about it anymore. He thought that she would never touch Beatrix ever again.