Mira stared at Karl with disgust and horror, her body trembling as if it wanted to flee as fast as possible, even though she was still tightly bound.
"You... you're seriously insane!" she screamed, her voice hoarse from too much yelling and biting the ropes. "You think this is funny? Does seeing people helpless turn you on? You need help, you sick fuck!"
Karl chuckled softly, walking closer with the casual air of someone greeting a neighbor—not checking on someone he had kidnapped.
"I need help? No, sweetheart. The ones who need help... are people like you—because you're too normal for this new world," he said as he squatted in front of Mira, eyeing the sweat on her neck, the rise and fall of her chest from tension, and the fire still burning in her eyes.
Mira glared back, hatred pouring from her gaze. But then, something inside her shifted—her survival instinct took over.
