Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young)
Chapter 125

Chapter 125 Seeking Death

Holding the knife in my hand, I looked at Lucas, increasingly realizing that his psychopathy had

reached an extreme

Since when did watching someone kill become his hobby?

"Why? Don't have the nerve? Or can't bear to do it?" He squinted at me, then shifted his gaze to the young man, seemingly struck with another idea. He suddenly ordered the person next to him, "Cover his face, so our Yvette doesn't feel reluctant."

The young man was already terrified. He probably came here just for money, never imagining

that he would lose his life. He wanted to beg for mercy, but Lucas no longer allowed it.

Two men quickly put a hood over the young man's head and tied his hands.

Seeing this, Lucas looked at me, satisfied, and said, "How about now? With this, you won't be too soft -hearted, right?"

Looking at him, I was at a loss for words to describe his twisted nature. At that moment, the person I most wanted to kill was still him. Clutching the knife tightly, I suddenly lunged at his chest.

However, I had overestimated my ability. His reaction was extremely fast, or more accurately, he had always been on guard against me. When I lunged at him, he easily dodged.

Despite knowing I probably could not kill him, the intense desire to see him dead made me throw the knife at him after he dodged. He probably did not expect me to be so desperate, so he was unable to avoid it in time, and his arm was cut

Unfortunately, it was just a minor wound.

Without a weapon, I was no different from a useless thing and was quickly restrained by Lucas's men.

He did not speak, just looked down at the scratch on his arm. It was a light wound that was bleeding a little. He pressed his fingertip against it, squeezing out some blood, and tasted it. After a while, he looked up at me with a hint of mockery on his expressionless face, "Are you disappointed? You still couldn't kill me."

He burst into laughter, the residual blood on his I*ps making his smile all the more manic.

"Yvette, you say you didn't want to leave me behind, and now you want to kill me. You really deserve to die!" He suddenly grabbed my hair and dragged me, smashing me against the wall. "Hss!" The huge impact made my entire b*dy spasm in pain. Before I could recover, he pulled me up again. I thought he would torture me again to vent his anger.

Unexpectedly, he once again put the knife in my hand and, without waiting for my reaction, dragged me, thrusting the knife toward the young man.

Realizing what he was doing, I desperately diverted the knife away from the young man but still wounded him. However, the knife did not hit any vital spot, sparing him a fatal blow

I knew what Lucas wanted: he wanted my hands to be stained with blood like his, to descend into hell

like him.

He wanted me to carry the burden of a life, even in death. Realizing this, I knew he would not stop there. Almost without thinking, I turned the knife toward myself and stabbed without hesitation. "Yvette!" Lucas suddenly shouted.

In an instant, a sharp pain shot through my wrist that was holding the knife, which then dropped to the ground. Lucas then pinned me against the wall by my neck

Looking at me, his voice was low and sinister as he said, "So eager to die? Yvette, that's not wise at all. If you die, that police officer who came with you, I'll have to think seriously about how to play with him. Oh, and your mother back on the mainland, looks like I'll need to make time for a visit. But at her age, I'm afraid she won't withstand my torment."

My breath hitched, and I looked at him incredulously. "Lucas, you madman." He was actually threatening me with my mother, and Officer Jackson. How did he know that Officer Jackson came with me? Enveloped in fear, my voice was hoarse as I asked, "Lucas, what have you done to Officer Jackson?"

"Heh!" He laughed, still as terrifying as ever. "Now you ask? Isn't it a bit late? Huh?"

My face turned pale, struggling to breathe. I looked at him, and said weakly, "Fine, I won't seek death anymore. However you want to torture me, to make my life worse than death, I'll endure everything. But Lucas, I beg you, let Officer Jackson go. He has no grudge against you. If you want revenge, take it out on me, okay?"

"No grudge?" He sneered, standing up and looking down at me, coldly saying, "Yvette, you think a policeman would have no grudge against me? Do you believe that?"

I was stunned. Right, Lucas had committed numerous evils and taken countless lives. How could a policeman not have a grudge against him?

Seeing me speechless, he disdainfully said, "Yvette, you better behave yourself here and obey my every word. Maybe if I'm in a good mood, I might not kill that policernan. But if you try to die again, I'm sorry. Not only will I take the policeman's life, but I will also send your mother down to meet you in the underworld."

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