"Let's play a game," the man said, the corner of his mouth lifting into a smile that could enthrall anyone.
"Fine. If I win, you let me go." The petite woman struggled to control her fear, but her shoulders kept trembling despite her best efforts.
"All right, but..." He drew out the words deliberately, then whispered softly in her ear, "If you lose, you'll settle down and be my Mrs. Mu. Understand?"
His love was a cage, an abyss, a path to eternal ruin. Who said love meant letting go? To him, that only meant you didn't love enough.
If we're going to suffer, why should I be the only one in pain?
