C133 Another Trick

Asmodeus clenched his fists, casting a helpless glance at Marina’s reddening face. With a shuddering breath, he bowed his head, pressing his forehead to the floor.

“I beg you,” he whispered, barely above a plea. “Don’t hurt her.”

Berenice’s fingers loosened, slipping away from Marina’s throat as she let out a mocking laugh. Her face twisted from amusement to a cold, bitter seriousness