Leon’s message came at the perfect moment. Rose wasn’t even sure it was a coincidence. She was in the middle of typing her reply when a sudden tapping on the window beside her startled her.She turned—and found a buzz-cut man leaning down, staring straight at her. He gestured for her to lower the window.It was the same buzz-cut guy who had just stepped out of the silver sedan tailing her.“Driver, can we go now? Please!” Rose asked in panic.The taxi driver shook his head. “Light’s still red. We’re stuck here.”The buzz-cut man knocked on the glass again. Rose’s heartbeat pounded like a drum. Was something bad about to happen to her—again?He kept knocking. Afraid he would smash the glass himself, Rose reluctantly gave in. She lowered the window, but only about a third of the way.“What’s the matter? Who are you? Why are you bothering me?” Rose snapped.The buzz-cut man answered calmly, “I need you to come with me, ma’am. It’s for your own safety.”Rose narrowed her eyes. “I’m stayin

“Those tits of yours are incredible, lady. Your figure is nice too. It's a real shame I can't fuck you," the bald man with the thick beard said, continuing to grope Rose.Rose looked at him with hatred and despair. Tears streamed down her cheeks."But maybe... just enjoying those tits, that's still possible, isn't it," the bald, thick-bearded man continued. He stopped squeezing Rose's breasts, circled the sofa, and crouched right in front of Rose."Hey, Stan. Don't go overboard. We need to leave soon," one of the other men in the room warned.Stan, the bald, thick-bearded man, replied casually, "Just give me a few minutes. I want to enjoy the luscious rack right in front of me."Without hesitation, Stan started unbuttoning Rose's shirt. Her cleavage was now clearly exposed before him. Swallowing hard, he slid the fingers of his right hand into the valley between her breasts."Hmm... if only I could rub my cock here. But that's too risky," Stan said. "So, this is what I'll do..."Stan

Leon stood right beside Stan, kicking away Stan's dropped rifle. He shoved his pistol into Stan's face."How many friends of yours on the second floor?" Leon asked, his voice like ice.Stan glared at him, pure hatred burning in his eyes. "Fuck you!!" he spat.Leon's eyes narrowed. He holstered his pistol, pulling out his favorite knife. He crouched, plunging the blade into Stan's left thigh.Thunk!"Arrghhh!!!"Leon didn't just stab him; he twisted the knife, ensuring the muscles and flesh of Stan's thigh were shredded."You're a thousand years too early to challenge me," Leon said, yanking the knife out and burying it in Stan's right chest.Thunk!"Arrrghhhh!!"Leon pressed down, the tip of the blade piercing through Stan's back. Stan's eyes slammed shut, gasping for air. If Leon had stabbed the left side of his chest, Stan would already be dead."Now keep your eyes closed and shut your mouth," Leon said, touching his hand to Stan's neck.Leon's blue eyes flared. He rapidly accessed

Leon and Zara stared at each other. Eight years earlier, they had both studied at the same campus. Zara was Leon's senior and Leon often helped her with her college assignments in exchange for payment.Once, Leon stopped by Zara's flat and worked on Zara's college assignments there. It was night. They then chatted while drinking a little. Unexpectedly, the hard liquor Zara served was so strong that they both started to get drunk. In that drunken state, they began to kiss, fondle each other, take off their clothes, and eventually have sex.Zara and Leon had no special relationship. Their friendship was purely due to Leon's need for extra money and Zara's need to complete her college assignments—at that time Zara was working part-time as a magazine model and her time was spent there. Their sex that night was the first and last. When Leon started a relationship with Evelyn, he limited his interactions with other women on campus—including Zara.Almost eight years have passed. Now, Zara ha

The next morning...At the two-story shophouse near the station where Rose had been held captive, police officers bustled about. Some meticulously processed the crime scene. Police tape was strung around the exterior of the shophouse, attracting the attention of drivers and pedestrians who happened to pass by.The police were led by Kevin. He was now on the second floor of the shophouse, right in front of the only broken window. His eyes were fixed outwards and downwards, to where vehicles might have been parked.The black minibus was gone, as was the sedan used by Gavin's henchman. The absence of the vehicles at the location was highly suspicious. Kevin had asked his men to check the surveillance camera recordings in the shophouse, but they found nothing. The surveillance cameras had been damaged and their hard drives taken.Who did it? That was the question that troubled Kevin. He had only received the report about the shootout incident at the shophouse that morning, something very