Chapter 4
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I didn't even have time to remove my shoes before he grabbed my wrist and slammed me against the cold wall.
His inhuman strength immobilized me as he tore away all pretenses, revealing his true nature.
"Is this amusing, Evelyn?"
His voice was low, carrying the chill of the deepest hell.
His dark red eyes, no longer concealed, churned with barely suppressed rage in the dim hallway.
He gripped my chin, forcing me to look up, with such force I thought my jawbone might crack.
"Showing off your pitiful, laughable control in front of those insects?"
"You're hurting me..." I winced, my voice trembling uncontrollably.
"Hurting?" He sneered, his laugh dripping with mockery.
Then he bent down, his lips brushing my ear.
"Remember this, Evelyn. You are merely my sacrifice."
Each word hammered home my status, warning me to know my place.
"I indulge your whims only to keep you in a pleasant mood. After all," his tone shifted to that of a meticulous food connoisseur, "intense negative emotions—fear, anger, sadness—seriously contaminate the soul and affect its ultimate flavor."
As he spoke, he slowly licked the corner of his mouth.
Then he released me, stepped back, and elegantly straightened his slightly wrinkled tie, resuming his mask of the perfect servant.
"So, my master," he bowed slightly with impeccable form, "for both our benefits, so you can become a proper sacrifice, please put away these boring, foolish provocations."
He raised his eyes, dark red irises glacial.
"Quietly enjoy the last few years I've provided for you. Then await your day of sacrifice."
