"Despicable! You're absolutely despicable!"
"Your daughter is very beautiful. She hasn't graduated from college yet, has she? If I were to release these photos to the public, I wonder what would happen to your precious girl... She might never be able to hold her head high again for the rest of her life, Hughes. This shouldn't be the outcome you want." Julian Winslow's cold, sinister voice echoed through the private room.
Each photo was like a sharp blade repeatedly carving into Marcus Hughes's heart—slice after slice, leaving him dripping with blood.
