dimly glistened eyes.
The man coughed hard at his stiff vocal cords. He seemed to have not spoken in a long time. He looked
directly at Harvey; this was something that rarely happened. He then stuck out his hand and motioned
him to come closer.
Three fingernails were missing from the fingers of his outstretched right hand. The blood on his fingers
had dried up, which looked eerie and terrifying.
Harvey was unmoved. He gazed at the man, who seemed like he had finally come to his senses. He
slowly moved closer to the man in front of him.
A devious glint grew in the man’s eyes as he watched Harvey’s face inch closer. He widened his mouth
and bit down hard at his handsome face. On the other hand, Harvey seemed as if he
He looked at the man in front of him. What he just did seemed to have exhausted all of his strength. The
man fell onto the bed and was now panting heavily. He gazed at Harvey as if he wanted to rip his entire
being to shreds.
Harvey no longer had a smile on his face. He looked at the man in front of him with a stoic expression.
Suddenly, he stuck out his right hand and grabbed the man’s neck, lifting him up entirely.
“I dared to come close because I’m certain that you don’t pose me any threat.” “Sir, how many times has
this happened? Why are you so forgetful?” Harvey’s tone sounded regretful and seemed like he truly
cared about the man. In spite of that, his gaze was as dark as night.
He watched as the man in front of him suffered from suffocation. There was an indescribable pleasure in
his eyes, “Won’t you tell me? Are you not tired of days like these? Don’t you want to be set free?”
The man widened his eyes and glared at Harvey fiercely. He wanted to yell at him, but he could not
speak. He merely managed to make aspirated sounds as he continuously pried Harvey’s hand with his
two disfigured arms. Meanwhile, not a single vein bulged on Harvey’s hand; it remained smooth despite
exerting such strong force.
A hint of despair could be seen in the man’s eyes.
‘I don’t want to die. Even though things have gotten to such a point, I don’t want the freedom he speaks
of. Over the years, I’ve come to understand Harvey’s character all too well. If he finds out that … I need
to find a safe way.’ he thought.
He started to taste blood. Just as his eyes were about to roll back, the hand that was gripping him
loosened. His body felt right onto the bed.
He was far too light; the metal bed frame did not even creak.
The man coughed loudly. His lungs were constricting from the sudden intake of fresh air. He was
coughing so violently that it was as if he were about to cough up his internal organs. In
the end, his coughs turned into heart-wrenching laughs.
At first, Harvey was indifferent. After seeing how the man acted, his eyes gradually grew cold. He stuck
out two fingers and held the man’s trembling jaw.
He spoke with a voice that sounded like it came from the depths of hell.
“Tell me if you don’t want to die.” The man looked at Harvey maliciously. His long-unused vocal cords
produced piercing sounds of friction. Soon after, he made a hoarse and unpleasant sound.
“I’ll tell you.”
His gaze toward Harvey instantly sharpened. Then, he coughed and hacked before adding, “I won’t tell
you; I don’t trust you.”
“I’ll tell you nothing.”
His constantly -moving eyes were filled with glee. He gazed at Harvey with what appeared to be a
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