He hung up the phone, and his expression was a mix of anticipation and amusement. The pleasant demeanor he had shown Romeo was a carefully crafted facade, one that hid his true intentions. Andrew reveled in the thought of what was to come, his mind had already pictured out the fallout of his scheme.Meanwhile, Romeo continued down the hall of the second floor, with his senses on high alert. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, that Andrew’s sudden kindness was a prelude to some twisted plot. He glanced around, noting the lavish decorations and expensive furnishings that lined the corridor, but his focus remained sharp, searching for any sign of Linda.Romeo continued down the hall of the second floor, his steps were cautious yet purposeful. The soft carpet beneath his feet muffled his footfalls as he scanned each doorway and ornate vase, because his senses were still tingling with unease. The opulence of the surroundings contrasted sharply with the apprehension

One of the men disappeared briefly and returned with the corgi, its eyes were wide with fear and confusion. Roscoe took a step towards Romeo, holding the dagger aloft, and his intentions all too clear."This is what happens when you try to cross into a world where you don't belong," Roscoe said, with a voice that was dripping with menace. He looked at Romeo one last time, savoring the terror in his eyes. "Time to get rid of the trash."Romeo's heart sank as he looked at the corgi, whose tiny body was trembling with fear. The puppy's wide, pleading eyes seemed to pierce his soul, begging for protection. The realization that this innocent creature was about to be slaughtered by a cold, heartless maniac filled him with dread. His mind raced, and despite his vulnerable state, he felt a surge of defiance rising within him."Don't you dare touch that dog," Romeo growled, with a voice that was raw with desperation and fury. He clenched his fists, muscles tensed, and glared at Roscoe an

The next day, Romeo took up his phone and dialled Roscoe's number. He had found it at the back of the letter that he sent to him.Romeo's fingers hovered over his phone as he dialed Roscoe's number. The line rang twice before Roscoe picked up."Roscoe," Romeo said, with a voice that was tight with a mix of anger and anticipation. "Explain yourself.""Romeo, I understand your hesitation," Roscoe replied, with a tone that was calm and sincere. "But believe me, I have no ill intentions. The place I have arranged for you to meet Linda is safe. It's a secluded villa on the outskirts of town, surrounded by lush gardens and a serene lake."Romeo's grip on the phone tightened. "Why should I trust you? After everything that's happened?""I understand your doubt," Roscoe continued. "But Linda has been desperate to see you. She missed you terribly at her birthday party, and when she didn't see you, it broke her heart. She has been waiting for this moment, yearning for a peaceful reunion."Romeo

Romeo's head throbbed, and his vision blurred as Roscoe's command echoed through the hall. "Untie him and let's give the audience what they want."The men who had doused Romeo with water stepped forward and began untying his restraints. His limbs felt heavy and weak, and his muscles ached from the struggle. His mind swirled with confusion and fear as he tried to comprehend his situation.Roscoe, with a gleam of sadistic pleasure in his eyes, began to unbutton his shirt, revealing a muscular build that made him even more intimidating. He tossed his shirt aside and flexed his muscles, coupled with that, a menacing grin spread across his face.The crowd's anticipation grew as they sensed the impending violence. The laughter and whispers gave way to a charged silence, with all eyes fixed on Roscoe and the helpless Romeo.As the last strap was removed, Romeo slumped forward, barely able to keep himself upright. His legs felt like jelly, and his head spun from the disorientation and terr

Two days later, Roscoe lay in a hospital bed, looking far different from the confident and dominant man he had been. The room was quiet except for the steady beeping of the machines monitoring his condition. A drip set was attached to his arm, slowly delivering fluids and medication to help him recover.Roscoe’s face was pale, and every movement seemed to cause him pain. He winced as he shifted slightly, trying to find a more comfortable position. The sharp pain in his side was a constant reminder of Romeo’s unexpected skill, the surprising blow that didn't only knocked him out, but partially paralyzed him. He couldn’t stop thinking about how easily he had been defeated.A doctor entered the room, wearing a reassuring smile. "Mr. Roscoe, how are you feeling today?" he asked, checking the monitors and adjusting the drip.Roscoe grunted in response. "Better, I guess," he said through gritted teeth. The pain was still intense, but he tried not to show it. He didn’t want to appear wea