Chapter 33: Chapter 33: Holly Sinclair Is Locked Up
His lips crushed down on hers.
Holly Sinclair glared fiercely at Tristan Sterling.
She clenched her teeth, refusing to yield.
Displeased, Tristan Sterling bit down hard on her lip.
She sucked in a sharp breath.
The pain made her gasp, involuntarily giving him an opening.
Their lips and teeth clashed, their breaths mingling.
Holly Sinclair’s eyes reddened as she was forced back. Furious, she bit him back just as hard.
The taste of blood immediately filled both their mouths.
But the man didn’t let her go. Instead, as if spurred on, he kissed her even more savagely.
She couldn’t escape his grasp, couldn’t avoid his kiss.
She could only endure it.
Tristan Sterling was as domineering as ever, kissing Holly Sinclair until she was nearly breathless.
A long time later—
He finally released her lips.
Having held her breath for so long, Holly Sinclair’s face was flushed and her breathing was ragged. Her body had gone so limp she could barely stand.
Tristan Sterling hooked a long arm around her, pulling her back into his embrace just as she was about to fall.
He was filled with a simmering fire, both in body and soul.
The more he kissed her, the more he held her, the more his heart ached with desire.
His body, so long denied release, screamed with need in every cell.
It was agonizing.
And yet, the very cause of his torment was standing right there, her eyes red-rimmed, looking utterly wronged...
It made him want to crush her in his arms, to ravage her, to devour her completely.
Seeing Holly Sinclair’s pitiful, red-eyed expression, Tristan Sterling’s heart softened. He kissed the wet corners of her eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "Can’t you just be a little more obedient?"
’Be obedient...’
’How could I be obedient?’
’He kissed me with lips that had just kissed someone else, and he expects me to be obedient?’
Thinking of the hickey on Vivian Linton’s neck, Holly Sinclair’s stomach suddenly churned violently.
Her face paled, and she shoved him away with all her might.
"Gag..."
She lunged for the sink and began to retch uncontrollably.
She gagged so hard that large tears streamed down her face.
She felt awful.
Tristan Sterling’s face turned darker than ever before.
’His kiss disgusts her that much?’
’Has her rejection of me really reached this point?’
The proud, conceited man had never been so despised by anyone.
Humiliation turned to fury. He strode forward, grabbed her wrist, and snarled through gritted teeth, "Holly Sinclair—"
She had stomped hard on the top of his foot.
Her slender high heel was a formidable weapon.
He yelped in pain, his grip on her hand slackening involuntarily.
Holly Sinclair seized the opportunity to open the door and run out.
A moment later, Tristan Sterling also walked out of the restroom.
"Tristan."
Vivian Linton, appearing as if she’d just come looking for him, walked up with a gentle smile. She intimately linked her arm with his and said, "Everyone’s finished eating. We can go now."
"Mm," Tristan Sterling replied faintly.
The intense desire in his dark eyes had yet to completely fade.
Vivian Linton saw everything.
Including the cut on the man’s lip.
And Holly Sinclair, who had fled from this very spot just ten seconds earlier.
Vivian Linton secretly clenched her jaw, the hatred in her heart enough to destroy worlds.
Yesterday, at the hospital, she had secretly watched Tristan leave Noah Sinclair’s room.
She could even tell he was sexually frustrated.
So, she had used the excuse of feeling unwell to lure him to her place.
Then she changed into a set of sexy lingerie, ready to conquer him.
Who would have thought he’d act as if he saw nothing!
And then, seeing she wasn’t seriously ill, he just left.
He would rather play cards all night with Nathan Fletcher and the others than stay and keep her company.
She couldn’t understand it.
’What is so damn charming about that bitch Holly Sinclair?’
’Tristan clearly despises her, so why does he feel such intense desire for her?’
’And Tristan clearly loves me, yet he never touches me.’
’Why is that?!!’
...
"Miss Sinclair, could you come to the storeroom for a moment? There are too many spools of blue thread, and I can’t find the color number you wanted."
After getting the call from Zack, Holly Sinclair went to the storeroom.
Zack was waiting at the door.
"There are just too many spools. I’ve been looking for a long time and still can’t find it..." Zack began to explain as soon as he saw her.
Holly Sinclair couldn’t be bothered to listen.
It was almost time to clock out, and she needed to find the thread quickly to finish her work for the day.
Impatient, Holly Sinclair walked in ahead of him.
Behind her, a sinister smile played on Zack’s lips.
"Oops!"
Zack suddenly "twisted" his ankle, crying out as he stumbled into Holly Sinclair.
Caught off guard, Holly Sinclair was sent stumbling forward and fell into the storeroom.
BANG!
Before she could react, the door was suddenly slammed shut.
It was immediately followed by the sound of a lock turning.
"Zack, what are you doing?"
Holly Sinclair shouted in alarm.
"So sorry, Miss Sinclair. My foot slipped just now. I didn’t do it on purpose." Zack was apologizing, but his face was filled with a gloating smile.
"Open the door!" Holly Sinclair roared, twisting the doorknob violently.
It wouldn’t open. It was locked.
"Oh dear, the door is broken. It won’t open~"
Zack crossed his arms, smugly tapping his foot, and said in a cloyingly sweet voice.
His affected voice sounded utterly despicable.
"I’ll say it again. Open the door!"
"I already told you, the lock is broken. Are you deaf or something?"
"Open the door!!"
BANG! BANG! BANG! Holly Sinclair grew frantic and pounded on the door with all her might.
Her face had gone pale, and an uncontrollable tremor entered her voice.
A deep-seated fear began to bubble up madly from the depths of her heart.
"Alright, alright, stop banging on the door! I’ll go get someone to open the lock right now."
Zack rolled his eyes and called out impatiently.
With that, he turned and sashayed away on his high heels.
Holly Sinclair knew that once he left, he definitely wouldn’t be back.
"Don’t go! Please don’t go!"
The color instantly drained from her face. Her voice trembling, she screamed, "Come back! Zack, come back!"
There was no response from outside the door.
A moment later, with a CLICK, the storeroom was plunged into darkness.
The power had been cut.
Holly Sinclair’s nerves stretched taut in an instant.
She was afraid of the dark!
Especially the dark in an enclosed space!!
BANG! BANG! BANG!
"Is anyone there? Open the door... Let me out..."
She hammered on the door, screaming with all her strength.
But the sounds that came out were broken and weak.
"Let me out... Let me out..."
Holly Sinclair’s face was deathly pale. She clutched the front of her clothes, gasping for breath.
She felt like she couldn’t breathe.
Her legs gave out, and she collapsed to the floor. Helpless, she scrambled backward until she was huddled in a narrow corner.
She wrapped her arms around her knees, curling herself into the smallest possible ball.
Shaking uncontrollably.
The surroundings were pitch black, and a boundless terror washed over her like a tidal wave.
"It’s okay, don’t be afraid...
"Holly Sinclair, don’t be afraid. You can do this, you can do this...
"Right, don’t be afraid. I’m not afraid..."
She whispered to herself, trying constantly to soothe her own fears.
But the more she tried to comfort herself, the more terrified she became.
Tears streamed from her eyes.
The air held a faint, musty smell, and a long-buried nightmare suddenly flooded her mind...
「The hot summer of her fifteenth year.」
She had been knocked unconscious by the school’s security guard and dragged into a small, enclosed room.
When she woke up, she was met with a darkness so complete she couldn’t see her hand in front of her face. The air reeked of the same unpleasant musty smell as now.
Damp and cold.
But that wasn’t the most terrifying part. The most terrifying part was—
In the darkness, a calloused hand touched her foot.
"AHHH!!"
She let out a bloodcurdling scream and desperately tried to pull her foot back.
"Hehehe..."
A sinister, lecherous laugh pierced her eardrums like a sharp blade.
