Chapter 17 At My Mercy
- VINCENZO VOLKOV;
- "Come sit, Little Mouse." I tapped my lap, watching her defiance flare in her eyes as she glared at me. She hesitated, swallowing hard, but the chains on her ankles clinked as she shuffled toward me.
- When she finally reached me, she sat down, her body stiff, squirming as if the very idea of touching me made her skin crawl.