A Humiliating Escape
The blade sank several centimeters into the muscle.
Pain exploded through his body.
Steffan's eyes widened.
His face instantly twisted.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH... You dare attack my ass now you go to Hell!"
His furious roar echoed throughout the Ashbourne mansion.
The bodyguard who had landed the stab quickly leaped backward, gripping his bloodstained combat knife with both hands.
"I only aimed where you weren't looking," he muttered under his breath.
Another bodyguard couldn't help blurting out, "Captain... I don't think he'll be sitting comfortably for a while."
Despite the tense battle, several guards almost laughed before immediately regaining their composure.
"Focus! Don't let them escape!" the captain barked.
Steffan's face alternated between pain and fury.
His entire body trembled.
The stab itself wasn't fatal, but the humiliation burned even more than the wound.
His eyes turned bloodshot.
