The Ninth Bride (Samantha and Finley) novel Chapter 366

C You Better Let Us Go 

Chapter 366 You Better Let Us Go 

10 Free Coins 

Indeed, she needed to ponder carefully about her next move. The killer wasn’t here at the moment; he was likely over at the warehouse. That meant she had to escape with Elain before the monster returned, and then find the police to bring him to justice. 

Samantha lay on the ground, writhing in desperation. The killer had tied them up so tightly that no matter how fiercely she struggled, she couldn’t break free. Her gaze darted around, landing on a nearby rock that glimmered ominously in the dim light. 

Crawling toward it, she began to rub the ropes against the stone, her heart pounding with a mix of hope and fear. 

Elain was not idle either. She twisted her body on the cold stone bed, striving to loosen her bonds with each movement. 

“Even if you untie the ropes, you won’t be able to leave this place,” a chilling voice echoed from the shadows. 

Both Samantha and Elain turned toward the source of the sound, and their eyes widened in horror as a blood–soaked man stepped into the light. He approached Elain, forcing her curled–up body back onto the unforgiving stone bed. 

Elain’s disgust was palpable as the killer loomed closer. You sick b*stard! I advise you to let me go. If not, once the police arrive, you’re as good as dead!” 

The man chuckled darkly, his face a mask of twisted pleasure. Instead of fear, he reached out his blood- stained hand, gripping Elain’s face tightly, filling the air with the pungent scent of iron. She recoiled, her voice quivering with revulsion. “Let go of me!” 

Samantha felt a surge of rage as the man seemed to relish Elain’s futile struggles. His hand slid slowly from her face to her chest. 

“You sick freak! Where the hell do you think you’re putting your hand?” Elain screamed, her voice a mix of fury and desperation. 

“Little girl,” he taunted, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure, “I love watching people like you squirm. 

you want, You want to fight back but can’t; you want to kill me but don’t stand a chance. So, scream all thrash as much as you like. In the end, you’ll still die by my hand.” 

“Sick freak!” Elain spat defiantly, but the man merely grinned wickedly in response. 

“Oh, I’m a freak, alright. If I weren’t, how could I enjoy killing? But do you know what I plan to do to you 

next?” 

Samantha’s heart raced as she continued to rub her ropes against the rock, her determination fueling her every move as she witnessed the man begin to tear at Elain’s clothes. She quickened her pace, the rough stone cutting into her hands, drawing blood, yet she barely felt the pain. 

With each frenzied motion, she thought only of Elain. She couldn’t let anything happen to her friend. 

With a harsh ripping sound, the man tore off Elain’s clothing. Her eyes widened in terror, and she screamed, “Don’t touch me! Get away from me!” 

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14:53 FM, DOC 6 

Chapter 366 You Better Let Us Go