Barrett's forceful kick to the chest sent Jacey reeling, and as she landed on the floor, a sudden rush of blood gushed from her mouth.

The impact against the sofa's edge and subsequent crash to the ground sent shivers of agony through her body. Despite the pain, she couldn't afford to dwell on it. She stared at Barrett in disbelief, wondering how he had managed to appear here, seemingly ahead of her, and from upstairs no less.

Barrett moved his shoe away from her chin and then ruthlessly pressed down on the hand that had grasped the fruit knife. His face contorted with disgust and murderous rage.

"You despicable, filthy...