No Love For The Villain - Chapter 5
When the man took out a cigarette, the other person lit it for him. A spark flew, briefly illuminating the man’s face. His eyes, looking down at the tip of the cigarette, slowly closed and then…
“Can you kill the prosecutor’s daughter for us?”
…opened. As if snatching something hidden in the darkness.
She met his pitch-black eyes.
Sierra’s breath caught in her throat. The unspoken question she couldn’t hide escaped with a faint gasp past her lips, and she hurriedly covered her mouth.
The freshly lit cigarette fell to the ground. The man stepped on it, extinguishing it. He had discovered what was hiding behind the wall and was now approaching.
Sierra ran.
The light from the doorway, distant from where she was, shone brightly. The garden shrouded in darkness seemed endlessly vast. The more she ran, the more she felt the illusion of the path home stretching farther away.
The man who would grant the wish of someone who desired her death—it felt like he was chasing her, about to seize her by the nape.
She ran, gasping for breath. Her heart pounded painfully, as if sharp traps were squeezing it, trying to make it burst.
The sound of her shoes hitting the ground sharply echoed—*thud, thud, thud*. One of her heels, already loose from her frantic run, came off. Losing her balance, Sierra fell forward. The papers she had been holding in her arms scattered in every direction.
“Huh…”
She exhaled the cold air that had filled her lungs. Her knees, scraped against the frozen ground, stung and burned. Crawling through the snow, Sierra urgently pushed herself up from the ground.
But she couldn’t stand. Her ankle had been seized.
The moment the cold leather glove touched her ankle, a shiver ran down her spine. Her body stiffened, unable to move.
Sierra struggled to exhale a pale breath. She looked up at the man holding her ankle. Her terrified pupils shook uncontrollably.
In the darkness, she could vaguely see what he held in his other hand. It could be a knife, a gun—a weapon.
She twisted, trying to free her ankle, but the man’s grip only tightened around it.
“I told you to go home. Why are you out?”
Her shoe was placed at the tip of her foot. He merely slipped it onto her foot. That was all.
Sierra stared blankly at the man crouching at her feet. The man cupped Sierra’s cheek and examined her face carefully.
“Were you in mourning?”
“……”
“Without even crying.”
His gaze lingered on her tearless eyes.
Sierra felt as if the hand gripping her cheek would soon move to her throat. It would choke her, cut off her breath.
Driven by fear, Sierra quickly replied, “The tears won’t come. Even though I want to cry.” The breath that escaped the corner of her lips reached him like a sob devoid of tears.
“Then shall I make you cry?”
The cruel joke was delivered in an indifferent voice. The man’s watching eyes reminded her of a beast gauging if its prey would enter its maw.
The man’s lips slowly parted. Perhaps there were snake-like, sharp fangs inside. Sierra’s mind, gone blank, was filled only with the fear that this man would swallow her whole.
“Sierra.”
The name called by that terribly low voice was chilling.
His cold, exhaled breath brushed against her lips. Sierra flinched and gasped. The breath she drew from him lodged heavily deep in her throat. Her breathing grew ragged, unable to exhale or inhale properly. It felt as if her lungs, crushed by fear, had broken down.
“Hic…!”
Unable to breathe as she wished, only dry, sobbing sounds leaked out. Sierra’s eyes, unable to manage her runaway breaths, flushed a heated red.
“Hic… sob…”
As she gasped for air, her chest, filled with cold air, ached. It hurt, it was sorrowful. There was nowhere for it to flow.
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