"Good girl, obey me!"
Night Owl revealed his cruel side, gripping Sienna Johnson's hand tightly. The force seemed enough to crush her bones. Sienna, alarmed, pleaded, "Don't, I'll go with you, I'll go with you..."
Night Owl laughed. "Do you know why I like you?"
"You're hurting my hand. Can you let go of me?"
Sienna knew she was at a complete disadvantage at the moment, so she didn't plan to confront the man called Night Owl head-on.
After all, only by staying alive can there be hope; only by staying alive can I wait for Adrian Desmond to save me.
"Because you're beautiful and intelligent."
His hand slid over Sienna's cheek, causing her to shudder. This man, now stripped of all disguise, reminds me of the animal I despise most—a snake! A cold, slimy creature.
"Don't worry. As long as you behave, I won't hurt you."
"Then can you tell me where exactly you're taking me?" Sienna stifled her fear and looked into his eyes.
