"How did you get into the warehouse? Who opened the door for you?"

The man's body trembled with fear but he refused to answer.


Michel looked up and motioned to Carlos.

He let the man go and walked towards the table at the far end of the room, only to return with a knife in hand. Michel smiled almost maliciously and leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest.

"Enjoy," Michel said, nodding at Carlos.


As Carlos began to act, the man's screams filled the room. Blood dripped all over the floor, but Michel kept staring at him the whole time. When the man passed out, Michel raised his hand.

Carlos immediately stopped his torture actions.


Leaning forward once more, Michel asked again.

"Want to talk now?"

The man glared at him, nostrils flaring.

Carlos leaned forward and punched the man.

"Show respect." He spat at the man.

"I'll ask one last time. Want to talk now?" Michel said menacingly as he took the man's face in his hand.

His fingers pressed hard against the man's cheek until blood oozed from the wound. When he still didn't answer, Michel let go of him and stood up, pushing his chair away.

The man tied to the chair in front of him was clearly asking for it.

Walking over to the table, he picked up the pliers. When he turned around, Carlos, Andy, and Charles took a step back.

Carlos laughed cruelly and shook his head.

"Fuck, that's right. Now you're talking." Carlos kept the captive's head against the chair while Michel stood in front of the man and grabbed his chin, not caring if he hurt him.

He was forced to open his mouth and hold the pliers to his teeth. The man tried to scream, but Michel never gave him a chance.

It took hours for him to be satisfied.

And when Michel finished, the man was no longer breathing.

---

After a long day cleaning the clinic, it's time to call it a day.

Entering the room, Fanny began to undress, slowly undressing, her body tired and ready to get under the blanket to sleep.

Now it's just going through her movements, desperately trying to maintain a routine. Even so, she knows that if she allows her to stop and think about where she is and what's going on around her, she'll completely break down.

She couldn't explain it.

Fanny doesn't know if this is just something she did to survive or if she really is going crazy.

And speaking of madness, how does she really have any feelings for someone who is clearly a dangerous human being?

Sighing deeply, Fanny threw her black dress on the nightstand and she reached for her nightgown on the bed.

But just as she was about to put it on, a rough, warm voice came from behind her.

"I have to say, you have a perfect body."

Shouting loudly, Fanny turned towards the voice. She tries to focus on the intruder, but he easily hides in the dark.

It's not that she doesn't know who it is. She knows that voice. Her body knew that voice.

Michel.

Taking a step back in fear, she pressed her nightgown against her body in an attempt to hide her nakedness from his eyes.

She trembled from head to toe, swallowing hard as her stomach began to constrict with fear. Or perhaps in anticipation?

Suddenly, the lights came on and she had to blink several times to adjust her eyes.

And there he was, Michel, just sitting on the sofa, leaning back comfortably.

His left ankle was crossed over his right knee and had a small remote in his hand, which he probably used to turn on the lights.

He's not wearing a vest. But he did wear black pants, paired with a black t-shirt, on the tighter side, revealing his chest line.

His hard, muscular chest.

Fanny dismissed that thought. Rolling her eyes at him, she saw that his gaze was intensely focused on her body as he licked his lips.

There's nothing to be ashamed of. Not awkward. Michel was completely calm and confident as his gaze moved over her body.

"Hmm," Michel muttered, looking pensive as he looked at her.

He leaned back against the sofa, one hand over his mouth, rubbing his thumb over his bottom lip.

Fanny tried not to fidget, but it was hard.

She didn't want to appear scared but her fingers tightened around her anyway.

Her throat felt heavy and dry and when she started to feel lightheaded, she realized that she had been holding her breath for too long. She exhaled and then took a deep breath again.

But she couldn't calm down. How could she when Michel's hot gaze spread throughout her body like that?

Even then, she suddenly noticed that her body was starting to warm up under his focus.

That feeling reappeared. The tingling sensation doesn't stop.

The tingling that she can't write down is like a stupid love.

Michel suddenly stood up and walked towards her, making her cringe. His dark presence filled the room, and Fanny suddenly felt hot, sweat dripping down her neck and between her breasts as he drew closer.

When Michel stopped in front of Fanny, she trembled with fear and her body tensed with panic.

Michel then took another step forward until they were half an inch apart, so close that her nose began to tingle with the scent of his perfume while she could feel his breath in her ear.

Her lips were suddenly dry and when she moistened them with her tongue, Michel's eyes followed the movement.

Fanny noticed it then. If possible, his already lustful gaze would be even hotter.

Michel also licks his lips, making the act seem so deeply sensual that she has to squeeze her legs together, trying to stop the sudden tingling between them.

What's going on with her?

Michel tilted his head forward until his lips hovered over hers.

Fanny's body froze, her mind momentarily blank.

Is he going to kiss her?

His hand went up and wrapped around her in the night.

He pulls it off, but she refuses to let go of the cloth, causing him to frown in frustration as he pulls harder.

Swallowing down his fear as his gaze changed and he glared at her, she finally let the shirt fall from her hand, causing him to take a step back and stare at her.

Except for the black bra and panties, she's almost naked.