#Chapter 265: Psychic Scream

Audrey The blade pressed against Betty’s throat looked like it was a mere twitch away from piercing her skin. Her eyes were wide, terrified, her breathing heavy around the gag in her mouth. One wrong move and… I couldn’t even finish the thought. Beside me, Peter’s entire body tensed. “Bastard,” he hissed, not even deigning to glance at Mr. Black. Peter moved to take a step forward, but the guard just tightened his grip around Betty’s neck, that knife poised to strike. “Ah ah ah,” Black said coolly, waggling his thick finger at Peter. “Nobody makes a move. Unless you want your friend to die.” Edwin and I spared a glance at one another, silently agreeing to obey—for now, at least. We both took a small step back. Edwin grabbed Peter’s arm, pulling him along with him. Peter begrudgingly moved, if only for Betty’s sake. Only then did the guard relax his grip ever so slightly. “You know,” Black began, rising from his desk and adjusting his cufflink