Asher woke up with a gasp as he found himself in a dark room surrounded by stone walls, lit only by torches hanging on them, giving off a faint orange glow.
Then Asher felt his hands tied together above his head by chains, and he couldn't feel the spirit essence flowing through his body, as though his dantian had been suppressed. His brain finally realized that he had been captured and imprisoned.
When he tried to speak, he discovered that he couldn't, and not only that, but his whole body felt numb, making it hard for him to even move his fingers or toes.
At this moment, he couldn't understand what was going on. All he knew was that he was imprisoned in some unknown location, unable to move or talk.
Suddenly, the door of his cell creaked open, and a silhouette entered his line of sight. It was the woman who had spoken to him before he passed out earlier. Her purple eyes were shining brightly in the darkness of the room as she walked closer, wearing the same cold smile on her lips.
"It seems that you're awake, little brother." Her voice echoed in the empty chamber while the torches flickered around her, illuminating her features and making her seem more beautiful than ever before.
She moved toward Asher, walking in a slow and deliberate manner, stopping right before his face so that they were staring eye to eye with each other. Then she ran a finger across Asher's jawline, tracing it all over his face as if she wanted to memorize every little detail of it.
"You've grown more handsome since the last time we met, little brother," she said in a whisper. "I could never forget this face of yours. These blue eyes, this perfect nose, these soft lips... How could I ever forget the face of my younger brother? You were always on my mind, even when we were apart for so long."
Then her gaze became serious again as her fingers trailed down his neck and toward his chest, where she rested them upon his heart.
She had always been there for him whenever he was hurt or sad, ready to comfort him. She would hold him tight in her arms and tell him that everything was going to be fine, no matter what happened. She was his rock, and she was the one who supported him even when he didn't know what to do.
No matter how bad the situation was or how much trouble he caused, she would never blame him, always taking his side.
Even though they were twins, she was much more mature than him, always acting like a grown-up, even though she was just a kid at that time.
Those days filled with warmth and affection were ones that he cherished dearly, and now hearing the same words from her again brought those feelings back to the surface, stirring up emotions inside his heart.
With a deep breath, Asher closed his eyes for a second, pushing aside the nostalgic memories and clearing his head.
He knew he was in trouble right now, and he didn't have time to reminisce about past experiences.
And as he thought, her next words confirmed his suspicions, "When you brought all those women into your harem, weren't you afraid that I would be mad? Didn't you think that I would go out of my mind with jealousy? Didn't you fear that I would kill each and every one of them in front of your eyes as punishment for taking what belonged to me?"
The intense emotions that were hidden behind her cold smile made his blood run cold. He could tell that she wasn't joking around. She was completely serious.
A cold sweat trickled down Asher's back. He knew that if this woman were given free rein, she would not hesitate to kill his lovers, making them suffer the most painful possible death imaginable.