***Back at the spot where Alan was, it was a heap of humiliation for him.Alan’s body slumped in an agonizing slouch of helplessness as his lips were cracked and dry with an imprint of suffering. His eyes were glazed with a stare of dread as his eyeballs were all red with blood.He was tied to a chair and the ropes bit into his skin with a harsh dig of restraint and a tug of captivity. The chair creaked with a harsh groan of resistance as his limbs were bound.Shlupp also had his body tied to a chair as his skin was also an abstract pain and a brutal masterpiece of suffering. His eyes were hidden behind a brutal shadow of swelling. Mr. Lawrence’s lips curled in disdain and mockery as he raised Alan’s bruised face to meet his own. “How funny of you to think that you could come in here and leave without meeting your doom. How funny!”Alan turned his face away from Mr. Lawrence as he was talking, drops of blood spilling off his mouth. The humiliation and shame were too much for him to
Mr. Lawrence’s eyes bulged wide open in anticipation as his heart skipped a bit faster. “What is the news?”Alan also turned his gaze toward the doctor, his limbs twitching in a desperate jerk of a struggle as his skin glistened with sweat. He was curious to know what would have happened with Rose.Even though he was tied to a chair and badly beaten up, the only thing that gave him some hope was the fact that there was a chance for her to regain consciousness. Without the chance of Rose gaining consciousness, there would be nothing left to fight for.“We have performed CPR on Brody and he has now gained consciousness,” The Doctor said.“Very good, that is good news. Well done, all of you. You have all done very well,” Mr. Lawrence remarked. “I think you all deserve a raise. I will see to it that every one of you gets a raise.”Alan’s face was a desperate mask of anxiety and his bruised eyes were filled with an intensity of impatience. When exactly was he going to ask about Rose? What
Mr. Lawrence stretched a hand towards the path of Brody’s gaze as if to block him from looking at Alan. He didn't want Brody to feel any sort of concern or affection for Alan.“But what has he done, Dad?” Brody asked, his eyes filled with the gentle sanctuary of compassion. “Nothing for you to worry about son, it's nothing,” Mr. Lawrence responded, trying to escort Brody away from the scene but Brody taped his feet to the ground still concerned about the horrible situation that he was witnessing.“But if it's nothing, why were you hitting him that way? If he didn't do anything, why should he be punished?” Brody asked, his features arranged in a gentle facade of concern for Alan as his gaze darted back and forth.“Son, come on let’s go,” Mr. Lawrence held Brody’s hands firmly trying to get him to leave the scene. He then turned his gaze to one of his hotel staff.“Here, take Brody back to his room. Make sure he has food being served to him and ensure that he drinks enough water. Don't
Alan could not help but feel his heart contrasting as his gaze met with that of Rose. It felt like the blood in his body had dried up and he could feel his head vibrate. This wasn't how it was meant to happen, he reasoned.“That's what I am talking about,” Mr. Lawrence nodded in satisfaction, a smirk forming from the corner of his lips. “Now, get her tied to a chair just beside Alan.”Alan's gaze darted back and forth and he was sweating profusely in tension and his eyes were tinged with a ferocious expression of fear. “What? What do you want to do to her? What has she done? Why do you want her tied up? She just concluded a CPR? Shouldn't she be having a rest?”Alan asked many questions in only a few seconds as his breath was heavy with a desperate wheeze of anxiety. His hands trembled with a piercing shake of agitation and there was a frantic surge of fear in his voice.“Oh, come on Alan,” Mr. Lawrence uttered, his words dripping with a caustic drop of mockery. “Hahaha, you are askin
“Is it going to be you, Alan?” Mr. Lawrence spoke, pointing the gun to Alan’s head and his hands caressing the trigger playfully. “What a painful end to a wonderful story it is going to be, eh? The poor slave boy Alan who suddenly stumbles into wealth is now killed tragically after having the nerves to infiltrate his hotel suite and rescue his Ms. Cinderella.”“That would be one hell of a story, wouldn't it?” Mr. Lawrence asked, his lips twisted in a mocking curl of irony and his brows arched in a lift of contempt.“If you die today, perhaps your old man would take over his consortium back. He would probably think it was a mistake handing such a responsibility to you anyway.”Alan’s brain was fried as the barrel of the gun was firm in his forehead. His heart sank in his chest as he wondered if it was actually going to be the end for him.Rose felt her heart sink into her tummy as her heartbeat was three times faster. She just got Alan back. Would she lose him just right away?Mr. Lawr
Mr. Lawrence noticed Rose’s eyes were still gleaming with a courageous flame of daring and her lips pursed with a clamp of bravery and fortitude.“Say your prayers!” Mr. Lawrence screeched, his eyes burning red with fury.He wanted Rose to beg for her life. He wanted to see the fear in her eyes before he snuffed the life out of her. It was going to give him a lot of satisfaction if Rose showed fear or begged for her life. He had thought about the scene where Rose was on her knees begging for her life and it gave him so much satisfaction knowing that he had the opportunity to do it in real life.Anytime he thought about the fact that Rose chose Alan over him and even dared to escape the hotel suite with his son Brody, it made his soul tear up into shreds.But there was something about the way things were that wasn't quite just as he had imagined it in his mind.She wasn't kneeling.“Remove the ropes tied on her and get her to kneel,” Mr. Lawrence instructed his men.Two men in black ru
His screams were a tortured roar of agony as his breath ragged with a tortured gasp of desperation. His teeth clenched with a tortured gnash of pain and his bloodshot eyes were bulging with a tortured squint of terror. “You will surely pay for this! You will suffer for this! This is the most reckless thing you have and will ever do because I hope that I don't have a chance to get back at you.Alan’s scowl was a tortured cry of agony as he vibrated and trembled on the chair that he was tied to. He wished that he wasn't so powerless as he was.But Mr. Lawrence couldn't help but have his thoughts racing with a silent whirr of curiosity as his fingers drummed with an inquisitive tap of speculation. That was the second time that Rose had mentioned such a thing but this time, it was in public. He started sensing that his people might begin to ask questions again. He wouldn't want anyone to find out that he killed his ex-wife so that he could save his precious whore, Mackie.The questions
“Instead of asking my guards to force you to do what I want, I will allow you to do it by yourself and for yourself.”Mr. Lawrence clenched his fists as his eyes connoted a mischievous intention.“Kneel before me now!” Mr. Lawrence commanded.Alan stood in a fearless posture of defiance, his jaw clenched with a fearless set of determination. Over his dead body would he kneel before Mr. Lawrence. He had killed the person he cared about the most and now, he wanted him to kneel? The sun would rather fall to the earth before he kneels before Mr. Lawrence.“I said kneel!” Mr. Lawrence spoke with an aura of authority, his muscles tensed up with a seething ripple of anger as he brought out a gun and pointed it towards Alan.“Kneel now!” He commanded again, his eyes burning red with fury.But Alan’s stance was solid with a fearless posture of daring. He would rather die than succumb to Mr. Lawrence.Mr. Lawrence knew that his people were recording the situation so he wanted to squeeze as much