Love At The Wrong Table

“Perish! You’re all going to perish!”

Yosef’s eyes darkened, his demeanor shifting into a sinister aura, transforming him into something otherworldly.

Abellyn shivered in fear.

Blake finally understood that a dark force inhabited this man, explaining his eerie presence.

“Go, you wench! Run!” Blake snapped, urging Abellyn to flee for her life.

Yosef lunged at her with a broomstick!

“D*mn it!”

Blake couldn’t stand by as Abellyn faced danger, so he bravely stepped in to shield her from Yosef’s attack.

However, Yosef’s agility surpassed his own, allowing him to swiftly evade Blake and position himself in front of Abellyn.

Abellyn was so frightened that she almost wet herself, quickly turning and running away!

She knew all too well that this man intended to take her life!

Yosef aimed to strike a fatal blow at her back, determined to erase her existence!

But in a crucial moment, Blake intervened, deflecting Yosef’s broomstick with his nunchaku, granting Abellyn a chance to flee!

Yosef delivered a finger

sensation in his abdomen, as if

then retrieved his sword from the house

leaped out of the window and fled for his life, unwilling

scoundrel actually turned the tables on me. I refuse

me! Somebody, please!”

panic, her cries for help echoing through the neighborhood,

bad person. Instead, they were puzzled by Abellyn’s erratic behavior.

a wheelchair wheeled towards her, his voice thundering, “Where do you think you’re going, Abellyn? I won’t let you slip

“R… Ryder?”

drained of color, trapped

Ryder, this paralyzed man, truly follow me all the

What did I do to deserve this, besides years of unfaithfulness and betrayal?

put an end to

losing his grip on reason, swung his hand at

time ago, the dynamics of their argument

“G-Go to hell!”

wheelchair as a shield against the approaching Yosef, and then dashed away without looking

swordsman, but dealing with this aged adversary might be within my

scream echoed from

turn around, only to witness Ryder being impaled

“What… is happening…”