"William, as long as you let me out, I promise I'll be a slave to you for the rest of our lives. No matter what you make me do, I'll do it. I'll even wash the toilet for you!"
I chuckled.
"Roxanne, it looks like you haven't fully grasped who I am and what I'm capable of. If I wanted them to, I could get hordes of girls who are prettier and of higher social standing than you to clean my toilet. Why did you think I'd fancy you?"
"I…"
"Stay here and learn from your mistakes. If you do recall anything that has to do with Felicia, call me. If you can't, stop annoying me. If you do get on my nerves, I'll increase your sentence."
I waved my hand and said, "Take her away."
Roxanne turned to glance at me multiple times. However, I showed no sign of forgiveness. She could only leave, feeling utterly devastated.
After a while, Dylan was brought in. He didn't request to see me. I did so, because he was the last person to have seen Felicia, as well as the man who caused her accident and brush with death. My hatred for him couldn't be expressed with words alone.
His hair had been shorn off as well. His trendy hairstyle was replaced by a buzzcut.
He walked over in handcuffs, his eyes trained on the ground. I placed my hands on the table and glared at him.
After a few moments of silence, I said slowly, "Don't you have anything to tell me?"
"What do you want to hear? My confession? Or would you like me to sob and beg for you to let me go? Before I decided to lay hands on Felicia, I knew what kind of man you were. However, I thought that you thought of her as a mere plaything. I wasn't expecting you to commit to such a degree."
He smiled as he spoke. However, his smile was helpless and regretful. I knew that he wasn't regretting his wrongdoings. He only regretted messing with a man like me, who was more powerful than him.
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