Chapter 150: Pure Terror
Arlen did not even dare make a single sound. A shudder slowly climbed up his spine, an unspeakable sense of terror made his whole body tremble.
He watched that blade move a tad deeper into that skin, beads of red blood pulling, any deeper, any deeper, and Ravi, Ravi would be...He could not think about it, he could not even say it in his mind.
He clenched his fist, feeling that the back of his heart had been pierced by a shapeless knife, hot blood filling his chest and splashing onto the floor.
Arlen had never felt like this all his life. he had never felt fear.
Fear like this.
It was like the passage of time had long stopped, the air was filled with a complete silence. The only thing he could hear was the sound of his rapid breathing and the loud, chaotic pounds of his heart, the blood pumping into his ears, making it impossible for him to think calmly.
The knife was placed exactly on the carotid vein, No matter how fast he was, he could not attack faster than that knife could pierce deeper. Arlen’s vision was starting to blur.
"Let him go." The words forced their way out of his mouth, the tip of his eyes red, "Let him go."
There was a burst of laughter by the man tied in the tornado whip, "Don’t do it, Nova. If you want her to let him go, if not she would kill him. Nova, hostage rules, you remember." He laughed manically when the whip tightened even more.
The woman receiving instructions grinned and the beads of blood grew even larger. "One, let Victor come to me. Two, give us a car, or else your little lover here will die."
Arlen knew he should get a hostage negotiator, he knew he was not thinking rationally but when he met those calm hazel eyes, he gave everything for Ravi to return to his arms.