The host, thrilled by how much I was fetching in bids, praised Celine and Liam as a perfect couple.
Though my vision blurred from the blood, I could still make out Liam smugly pulling Celine into his arms.
His hand, adorned with a matching couple’s ring, moved freely on her waist. “Celine, you’re so considerate, knowing I can’t stand the sight of blood...”
Two water pipes were suddenly shoved into my nostrils, and ice-cold water mixed with chili powder flooded into me.
I writhed like a dehydrated fish, the pain in my abdomen intensifying as the high-pressure gun reopened my not-yet-healed wounds. Warm liquid surged out, pooling in a small patch of blood beneath me on the iron chair.
“What’s wrong with him? It looks like he’s bleeding heavily!”
Someone shouted in panic.
Liam, seeing the blood, wore an expression of limitless satisfaction.
But the next second, after a couple of unsteady steps, he collapsed onto the floor beside me.
In the midst of the commotion, he suddenly reached out and grabbed my ankle. “Kristian, good luck! Hope you live to see the sun tomorrow.”
Anger surged through me as I kicked out with all my strength, forcing his hand off my ankle.