At that moment, in a dark, windowless room, Gwen was tied to a chair. She had bloody scars on her wrist from her attempts to break free.

Blood has seeped into the rope, dying it black.

Suddenly, the door to the room opened. Sunlight streamed in, illuminating half of the room.

Gwen felt the sting in her eyes, and she instinctively looked away.

Mark entered the room and slowly approached her with his rosary beads in his hand.

Gwen could recognize Mark even by his footsteps. She glared at him.

Mark's back was facing the light. His face was in the dark, yet Gwen could vaguely see the smirk on his face.

"Gwen," Mark called out to her. "You've been with me for such a long time. I really can't bear to do anything to you."

Gwen snickered. "You're crueler than anyone on this planet. You can stop with the pleasantries. Just kill me already. After all, I should have been dead a long time ago."

Mark went forward and grabbed Gwen by the chin. He pulled her up.

Gwen was forced to look at M