Caspian’s grip on Amelia’s wrist was unrelenting, his knuckles white with tension as he pressed the blade against her trembling skin.

Without hesitation, he dragged the knife downward, carving into her flesh with a sickening, deliberate motion.

The sound of tearing skin was horrifying, accompanied by Amelia’s bloodcurdling scream.

Her cries filled the room, raw and desperate, but they didn’t deter him. The blade bit into her arm, slicing just as roughly.

Blood poured freely, staining the floor beneath them, pooling in dark, crimson streaks. Amelia’s body convulsed, her strength failing with every second.

When her breathing grew shallow, her face pale and drenched in sweat, Caspian finally released her....