Mr. Steven narrowed his eyes on Anastasia, and his eyes widened slightly in realization. "You’re that woman, Jennifer Reyez!"


    Anastasia shook her head. "Not at all, I’m Anastasia Wace. Do you remember that name? Does it ring a bell?" She asked, turning to look at him with a smirk that stretched from both corners of her cheeks.


    Mr. Steven went pale from realization and a grin stretched on Anastasia. However, Mr. Steven’s reaction onlysted for a second before he went crackly like a pack of wolves which took Anastasia by surprise.


    "I can still remember that night," he said in the middle of hisughter. "You were like a scared little cat, cornered into a wall. Sadly, you had nowhere to run to. You had no one and no one coulde to your rescue. You know, each time I have a hard time getting my dick to stand, all I need to do is think about that night, and boom....i’m ready for action."


    Anastasia couldn’t believe what she was hearing the man spout. She’d thought he would be scared, which would make her day but it was obvious the man was a psycho. He wasn’t even scared that he was captured by the very same woman, trapped in an enclosed space with no single idea of what was going to happen to him.


    "And do you know the craziest thing? Xander recorded every single thing and uploaded it on the inte. Free porn for every—" Before he could finish, Anastasia had already smacked him across the face, unable to take it anymore. She didn’t want to believe that Xander would do such a thing. Who was she kidding? That man operated a sex trafficking organization.


    "Why—did I say anything wrong?" Mr. Steven asked, spitting out the blood from his torn mouth tissue. "Let me guess, since you’re here, does that mean you never returned to your husband, Xavier Wace? Because if you did, Xander wouldn’t have continued to stay alive, especially with the months that passed after your death.


    "You never went back to him, right?" he asked, a smirk ying on his bloodied lips. "That’s a good thing because he would never ept you. Believe me, no man likes it when his property has been touched by several people. He would never look at you with love because he’ll be disgusted each time he sets his eyes on you."


    A single tear slipped down Anastasia’s eyes even before she could realize it. Subconsciously, she shook her head, "No," her voice was low, barely audible.


    "Oh sweetie, that’s the truth. I wouldn’t lie to you. Since we’re here alone, mind..." And he winked at her, his gazending on her bottom and instantly, disgust crept on Anastasia’s body.


    She gripped his shirt andnded a punch across his face. "You used me that night like I was some toy. I was a human being too—I had emotions, but no, you treated me like an animal, like I was nothing." Her voice cracked as she punched him again, the sickening crunch of bone meeting bone echoing in the room. Blood sttered onto the floor, but she didn’t stop.


    Tears streamed down her face as rage consumed her. "I never wanted this! But you got what you wanted anyway." Another punch, harder this time. "And because of that, I’m going to burn you all alive. Every single one of you."


    She raised her fist again, ready to strike, but then she froze. The hair on her spine stood up, and a chilling awareness crept over her. Someone was watching.


    She made eye contact with Xavier, and instantly, her blood went cold.