---- The muffled cries subsided as Gerald stood, surveying his handiwork with cold detachment.


    He couldn''t believe this was the very woman who nearly killed one if his men for touching her.


    All her pride.


    Was gone.


    She was reduced to nothingness.


    All because of his innovation.


    His creation.


    Hmm...A perfect little submissive.


    Now I get why you have Vince wrapped around your fingers.


    He presses a button and the rope detached from the ceiling.


    Her body dropped down on the floor into a heap and she crouched into a ball No tears leave her eyes Those crimson eyes stare at a point on the wall nkly and Gerald squares his shoulders and looks down at her, like she is dirt under his feet.


    Now let''s try something...


    different.


    ---- Retrieving a small dagger from his coat, Gerald unwrapped the de.


    He approached her, crouching until his face was level with hers, his smirk a cruel crescent as he opens the ropes binding her wrists.


    "Take it," he orders.


    ---- Chapter 425 Her eyes dart between the de and Gerald, her silence a question in itself.


    And then hesitantly, her delicate trembling fingers close around the dagger.


    "Now," he says, stepping back.


    "Prove your devotion to Vince.


    Carve the letters I tell you into your arm." Will-will master like it? She asks and Gerald chuckles.


    Of course your master will love it.


    Cant you do this much for him? He is taking good care of you all this time...


    don''t you feel like you should reward him? Tcan do...


    anything for master.


    ler grip on the dagger tightens, her crimson eyes narrow in determination.


    Gerald watches her, his smile a cruel curve.


    ---- "Do it then."he presses, his voice icy.


    Zariyans red eyes stare at the de trembling in her grasp.


    While Gerald stares nkly.


    Trying to find even a flicker of resistance in those eyes.


    Adrian''s daughter would never do this.


    She will dig that dagger into her own chest before engraving the word he is going to tell her.


    Her breathing quickens, but she steadies herself, lifting the dagger to her forearm.


    The first cut is shallow, drawing a thin line of blood.


    Gerald''s smirk deepens, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes.


    "Good.


    Now again.


    Make it deeper this time." Better.


    Again.


    Thats enough.


    The dagger drops from between her fingers as blood trickled down her arm.Her expression remains void of pain, her crimson eyes ssy.


    And Geralds brows furrow slightlyshe was too obedient.