“Since Mr. Bell has his own ideas, I won’t say much.” Elisa’s gaze slowly darkened, her expression remaining as calm as ever. She lowered her head and smiled softly. “Please carry me up.”
Elisa’s eyes carried a captivating mistiness as she glanced at the bed, indicating it.
A smile appeared on Lukas’ face, but it gradually turned malicious and wicked.
Lukas approached slowly and embraced Elisa’s waist, lifting her up. “This weight…” Lukas couldn’t help but furrow his brow. She was too light, he couldn’t believe a woman could be this light.
Elisa leaned softly against his shoulder, a deeper smile forming at the corner of her mouth in the shadows. She took the initiative to hook her arms around the man’s neck, while her right hand slowly drew out a small knife hidden in her sleeve and gripped it tightly.
She held her breath, her heart pounding as if it were about to burst out of her throat. When Lukas placed her on the bed, Elisa suddenly exerted force, tightly hooking her hand around his neck and gripping the knife, pointing the tip downwards.
She aimed for the carotid artery in his neck. Tonight, she only had one chance to strike. If she missed this opportunity, the consequences waiting for her… Elisa had already prepared for the worst.
A cold and fierce gleam flashed in her eyes. She only heard a sharp sound as the knife pierced through the clothes, followed by Lukas letting out a cry of pain.
A strong, pungent smell of blood filled the air, and Elisa’s hand that held the knife felt sticky and uncomfortable. She gritted her teeth, opened her eyes, and pushed with force, escaping through the gap and rolling onto the floor.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye. Due to nervousness and fear, Elisa trembled all over and almost couldn’t grip the knife tightly in her hand.
She looked at Lukas on the bed, only to see him clutching the wrong spot…
Elisa’s pupils contracted. She had aimed for Lukas’ neck, but he was injured in the shoulder and managed to dodge her attack.
“You’re surprised that I could dodge, aren’t you?” This stab caused Lukas to bleed a lot, but fortunately, it didn’t hit a fatal area. It just made his shoulder temporarily unable to move.
This woman is truly vicious.
Lukas spat out a mouthful of blood foam, took off his clothes, and smiled wickedly. “Elisa, you’re finished. I didn’t originally intend to force you, but now it seems unnecessary.”
Elisa was drenched in cold sweat. She instinctively crawled out when she quickly reacted, but her ankle was grabbed, and she dragged herself to the corner of the bedside table. With the shaking, the table lamp on top fell down in an instant.
The crystal table lamp crashed onto the floor, shattering into countless pieces. Elisa was close by and was covered in fragments. Her face and arms were scratched.
Elisa endured the immense pain and picked up a piece of broken glass with her left hand, slashing backward, but Lukas had already anticipated it and evaded.
“You bitch! You still want to hurt me? Looks like I need to teach you a lesson!” Lukas grabbed her ankle and dragged her to the foot of the bed, then unfastened his belt and lashed it towards Elisa’s back.
“Ah…!” Elisa screamed in agony.
Lukas’ eyes gleamed with excitement. The more painfully Elisa screamed, the harder he struck.
After a few strikes, her body felt burning hot. Elisa was dizzy and couldn’t bear it, and she vomited a mouthful of blood.
This was the true face of Lukas. He was naturally inclined to torture and torment others.
Elisa clenched her lips tightly, stifling the painful sob in her throat. After enduring more than ten strikes, her back was already bleeding, staining her shirt red.
A ferocious smile appeared on Lukas’ face as he held Elisa’s waist and threw her onto the bed.
Elisa let out a muffled groan. It hurt so much… Her right hand still held onto the small knife tightly. When Lukas pounced on her, she raised her hand.
But this time, before she could make contact, her wrist was pressed down. “You’re still the same, aren’t you?”
Elisa’s physical strength had long been shattered. She took a breath, barely hanging on, her whole being on the brink of collapse. She couldn’t even lift her hand, let alone kill someone.
She closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face, looking like a dying swan trappedin mud.
Her wrist was agile, and she knew she couldn’t kill Lukas anymore. So she could only take her own life.
Thinking this, she turned the blade towards her wrist, folding it inward, and forcefully stabbed herself.
This scene caught everyone off guard. Even Lukas, who had been prepared, didn’t expect her to resort to cutting her own wrist and letting blood flow.
This woman was cruel to others, but even crueler to herself!