Messing With Her? Are You Crazy! novel Chapter 988

Step by step.

She was trampling right over his racing heart.

Closing the distance.

"Serena!"

Sebastian's breathing grew ragged, his chest heaving aggressively.

The overwhelming, suffocating pressure radiating from her only pushed his madness to its absolute limit.

He was terrified, yet intoxicated.

His grip on Lydia's neck tightened to a crushing hold.

Sebastian's eyes were bloodshot, practically glowing crimson.

Watching Serena advance.

He let out a guttural howl.

He raised the knife and drove it downward, aiming straight for Lydia's chest.

"Let's see who's faster, Serena—you, or my blade!"

He wanted to make her regret her defiance.

He wanted to see her face twist in panic and despair!

The silver blade flashed through the air, carrying a lethal chill.

Just inches away from piercing Lydia's heart.

Serena vanished.

In the blink of an eye.

She was standing directly in front of him.

As the blade descended.

Two slender fingers clamped flawlessly around the metal.

Just two fingers.

Yet Sebastian's arm was locked in place.

Impossible?!

Those pale, delicate fingers looked like he could snap them one by one, yet they held his arm with the force of a hydraulic press. He couldn't push the knife a millimeter further.

He stared at the girl in front of him in sheer horror.

But within that horror, a twisted, euphoric excitement burned brighter than ever.

"Tell me," Serena's icy voice carried a faint, mocking lilt, "who's faster?"

"Do you like the sound of a comminuted fracture?"

"Aaagh!"

Sebastian unleashed a bloodcurdling scream as she methodically crushed his wrist bones into powder. The pain was so intense his entire body convulsed.

And yet, he was laughing.

His face was completely distorted, blood spilling from his mouth, but he kept laughing. "Hahaha... music to my ears. It sounds beautiful..."

"Serena, you're perfect."

"Harder... come on, kill me..."

"Ah! Having your boot on my back feels incredible. Hahahaha, incredible..."

He lay on the ground, writhing like a crushed maggot.

His body spasming in agony.

Yet he twisted his head to look at her, his eyes filled with absolute, psychotic adoration.

The physical torment didn't make him regret his actions; instead, it fueled a dark, masochistic high.

He stared at her, a deranged, bloody smile spreading across his face. "You look so beautiful like this, Serena. You are miles above those pathetic girls who only know how to cry. You belong with me..."

"We're the same kind, Serena! We're exactly the same!"