"I stumbled backward, my hand covering my mouth as I violently vomited all the food I had just eaten. The scene before me was too much to bear, too horrific to comprehend. Adrik's smile grew wider as he moved towards the traumatized Mrs. Jenkins, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic pleasure.

"'Well done, my dear,' he said, his voice dripping with malice as he reached out to stroke her hair. "Mrs. Jenkins didn't respond, her body catatonic with shock. Her eyes were fixed on the lifeless body of her husband, her mind unable to process the horror she had just committed.

"I stumbled backward, my mind reeling with the implications of what I had just witnessed. I knew that I had to escape, had to get as far away from Adrik as possible. But my legs felt like lead, my body frozen in terror."

"In a swift and merciless move, Adrik pierced Mrs. Jenkins' neck with the same knife, her eyes widening in shock as she felt the blade sink deep into her skin. Her body slumped forward, her face contorted in a silent scream as she collapsed to the ground, joining her husband in death.

"Adrik's gaze shifted to me, his eyes gleaming with a malevolent intensity. 'You see, Любовь моя,' he said, his voice dripping with malice. 'I show no mercy, no quarter. Those who cross me, those who fail me, will suffer the same fate.'

"I stumbled backward, my mind reeling with horror, my heart racing with fear. I knew I had to escape, had to get away from Adrik before I became his next victim. But my legs felt like lead, my body frozen in terror.

"Adrik began to walk towards me, the knife still clutched in his hand, his eyes fixed on me with an unnerving intensity. I knew I had to act fast, had to think fast, or I would suffer the same fate as the Jenkins."

"'And who asked you to stand up?' Adrik asked, his voice low and menacing as he took another step closer to me. 'You think you can just get up and leave? You think you can just walk away from this?'

"I tried to speak, but my voice caught in my throat. I tried to swallow, but my mouth was dry. I was paralyzed with fear, unable to move or speak.

"Adrik's gaze was fixed on me, his eyes burning with intensity. 'You're going to sit back down,' he said, his voice dripping with malice. 'You're going to sit back down and watch the rest of the show.'

"He gestured to the chair behind me, his eyes never leaving mine. I felt a chill run down my spine as I slowly sat back down, my heart racing with fear. What else did he have planned? What else was I going to have to witness?

"As I sat back down, Adrik began to pace back and forth in front of me, the knife still clutched in his hand. 'You see, Любовь моя,' he said, his voice low and menacing. 'I have a little ritual I like to perform after I've taken care of someone who's crossed me.'

"He stopped pacing and turned to face me, his eyes glinting with a sinister light. 'I like to take a little souvenir,' he said, his voice dripping with malice. 'Something to remember them by.'

"He bent down and picked up Mrs. Jenkins' hand, his fingers closing around her wrist like a vice. I watched in horror as he began to slice off her finger, the sound of the knife cutting through flesh and bone making my stomach turn.

"'This one's for you,' he said, his eyes glinting with malice as he held up the severed finger. 'A little reminder of what happens when you cross Adrik.'"

"I felt a wave of nausea wash over me as Adrik held up the severed finger, his eyes gleaming with a twisted sense of triumph. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, couldn't believe the horror that Adrik was capable of inflicting.

"He began to walk towards me, the finger still clutched in his hand, his eyes fixed on me with an unnerving intensity. I tried to shrink back in my chair, tried to get away from him, but my body felt heavy and unresponsive.

"Adrik reached out and dropped the finger into my lap, his touch making my skin crawl. 'Keep it as a little memento,' he said, his voice dripping with malice.

"I felt a scream building in my throat, felt my heart racing with fear. my body felt paralyzed, unable to move or respond. "And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, everything went black."

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"Ahhh, you've finally decided to grace me with your audience," the voice said from the left side of the room. I tried to turn my head to face the speaker, but the throbbing pain made me wince. I raised a hand to my forehead, trying to remember how I got there. The last thing I remembered was...Adrik. And the horror he had unleashed.

I slowly turned my head, trying to locate the source of the voice. A figure came into view, lounging in a chair, looking utterly relaxed. Adrik. He was smiling at me, a cold, calculating smile that sent shivers down my spine.

"I wished I didn't look, but my gaze was drawn to the table like a moth to a flame. And what I saw made my blood run cold. Mr. Jenkins' body was splayed out like a twisted puppet, his skin punctured by countless needles and scalpels. The hospital bag next to his detached hand seemed to mock me, its contents bulging with an unspeakable horror. Adrik's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with a malevolent glee as he watched me take in the sight. The air was heavy with the stench of death and decay, and I could feel the darkness closing in around me, suffocating me."

"All this is because a man looked at you in a way that I didn't like," Adrik said, his eyes blazing with a possessive intensity. "That should tell you the extent I'll go just for you."

"I felt a shiver run down my spine as I gazed into his twisted face. The darkness in his eyes seemed to swallow me whole, and I knew I was in grave danger. Mr. Jenkins' mutilated body was a gruesome testament to Adrik's unhinged obsession. "'You see this bag,' he pointed to the bag filled with Mr. Jenkins' organs, 'I'm gonna donate it. I don't believe in wastage, so it would be put to better use.'

"My mind raced with the implications of his words. Who would he donate it to? And what kind of twisted purpose would it serve? I felt a sense of dread wash over me as I realized I was trapped in a living nightmare."

"'Go upstairs and freshen up,' Adrik said, his voice dripping with an unsettling sweetness. 'We have a lot to discuss, and I want you to look your best.'

"I hesitated, unsure if I should obey. But something in Adrik's tone told me that resistance would be futile. I turned and made my way to the stairs, my heart heavy with foreboding.

"As I climbed, I couldn't shake the image of Mr. Jenkins' mutilated body. And the bag. Oh God, the bag. What horrors lay in store for me?"

"I struggled to ascend the stairs, my legs trembling beneath me as the gruesome image of Mr. Jenkins' lifeless body seared itself into my mind. The maid's words cut through my daze, 'Master has requested I prepare you for the night.' Her voice was a cold, calculated whisper that sent shivers coursing down my spine.

"As she disrobed me, her fingers brushed against my skin with an unsettling intimacy. I felt like a sacrificial lamb being led to the slaughter, my heart racing with every passing moment. The luxurious gown she slipped me into was a gilded cage, a symbol of the opulent prison I was trapped in.

"The maid's eyes locked onto mine, a fleeting glimmer of pity flickering in their depths before she masked it with a stoic indifference. 'You look lovely,' she said, her voice dripping with a sinister sweetness. 'Master will be pleased.'"

"Master has requested your presence in his room," the maid said, her words dripping with an unsettling deference. As those words left her mouth, terror like no other filled my body. My heart racing, I followed her to the door, my legs trembling beneath me. The room loomed before me, its shadows seeming to reach out like dark tentacles. I felt a sense of foreboding, a certainty that my fate awaited me.

"As the maid's words hung in the air, a chill coursed through my veins like ice water. Master's room? What lay in wait for me there? The thought sent my mind racing, my heart pounding in my chest like a drum. I felt like I was being led to my execution, the luxurious gown a mocking reminder of the horrors that awaited me.

"I tried to speak, to beg, to plead, but my voice caught in my throat like a trapped animal. The maid's expression remained impassive, her eyes cold and unyielding. She turned and gestured for me to follow her, her movements eerily silent.

"Adrik's house was incredibly beautiful, with lavish furnishings and intricate details that seemed to whisper tales of a dark and troubled past. I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being slowly suffocated by the weight of Adrik's twisted desires.

"As I followed the maid to Adrik's chambers, I caught glimpses of a grand staircase, its banisters carved with grotesque gargoyles that seemed to leer at me. The floors creaked beneath my feet, echoing through the silent halls like a death knell.

"Despite the beauty, a sense of rot and corruption permeated every inch of the house, as if Adrik's evil had seeped into the very foundations. I felt like I was walking through a nightmare, with no escape from the horrors that lurked within."

"'Welcome,' he said, his voice dripping with malice. 'I've been waiting for you. You look stunning, as always.'

"I tried to speak, but my voice caught in my throat. My eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape, but there was none. I was trapped, at Adrik's mercy.

"'Come closer,' he said, his eyes glinting with a sinister light.

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