~ELENA~

I keep moving back till my back hits the soundproof wall as Lorenzo prowls toward me like a predator trying to attack its prey.

The glint of the knife in his hands catches the light, and for a split second, it looks like it's soaked in blood.

I shake my head. I'm just imagining things.

He stops inches away from me.

His presence alone is suffocating. The room suddenly feels colder.

“You??” He says, almost amused. “You want to take the punishment?”

I don't respond. My ...