Chapter 1769

Blood trickled out in a thin line from the tip of the pen. Marc pulled the tip out and held it high. "This is your last chance. Are you Blaine? Say anything but yes, and this pen is going in your eyeball." Sheila was losing it. "I'm really not Blaine. Kill me if you want, and it doesn't change anything. If I say I am, you're not getting the real Blaine. You're forcing me to admit something I'm not." Marc's gaze hardened as he jabbed the pen downward. With a squish, the tip of the pen pierced straight into the eye. With her hand over the eye, Sheila let out a shriek so sharp it could tear through the air. She couldn't take the pain and writhed on the ground to ease the pain. Marc got up and dashed over to the desk. He grabbed a few pens before coming right back to Aubrey. "Your turn. Admit you're Blaine, and you walk away clean. If not, you'll end up like Sheila." Aubrey was shaken to the core. "Even if I say I'm Blaine, the real Blaine gets away." Marc gritted his teeth and sna