Vincent's POV
Before Ashlee Adams could even process what was happening, my expression darkened like a storm cloud. My hand shot out, pressing directly against her knife wound.
I started with slow pressure, then suddenly dug my fingers deep and clamped down with brutal force.
My entire body tensed with the effort I was putting into it.
Ashlee's scream pierced the air as agony ripped through her, her body thrashing wildly against my iron grip.
My other hand easily pinned her shoulder down, maintaining my ruthless hold on her wound without letting up for even a heartbeat.
The pain made Ashlee's face contort and tremble, tears streaming down her cheeks in endless rivers.
I showed zero mercy. Only when fresh blood mixed with the existing stains on Ashlee's ghostly pale face did I lean closer, my voice cutting like ice. "Now tell me. Does it hurt?"
Ashlee's body convulsed in pure torment, but my grip was too strong for her to escape.
