Emy's eyes grew wide with fear as she gasped for air. Her shoulders shook uncontrollably, completely overtaken by her emotion.
She hadn't expected such a terrible turn of events after what was meant to be a pleasurable evening following the train ordeal.
Having faced life-threatening situations before, her instinct for survival and procreating was heightened.
This same instinct drove her and her bodyguard into each other's arms, leading them to fuck each other .
But out of nowhere, her new lover was killed. She felt overwhelmed by a sense of bad luck.
One by one, her men died—first to an arrogant hunter, and now to a terrifying demon.
"What the hell are you daydreaming about?" Reign snapped, his voice dripping sarcasm.
Before she could even open her mouth, he slapped her sharply across the face.
The force made her head jerk to the side, and she ended up falling back onto the bed. Her body bounced a little off the soft cushion.
Reign's eyes shone with a cruel satisfaction as he laughed loudly, his voice harsh and full of satisfaction
"Sweet, that felt so good," he said, clearly enjoying the pain he caused her.
"What did I do to you?" she asked, her face still red and aching from the slap.
BAM!
Without warning, Reign brought his feet down on her stomach.
The force of the pain made her feel like she was going to vomit. The agony was overwhelming, causing her to let out a strangled, squeaky cry.
She had never felt so vulnerable and powerless in her life. Her thoughts raced as she tried to understand what was happening.
What could she have done to deserve this?
What had she done to provoke a monster like him?
But as she searched through her memories, everything was a blur. Her mind was too scared to piece together why he was so angry.
Reign leaned in closer, his bony hands gripping her hair again, forcing her to look into his glowing eyes.
Her eyes darted around the room, looking for anything she could use to defend herself or call for help.
If she did have it, he could leave immediately to secure it.
As for the Juggernaut, he'd deal with him another day. It wasn't as if he had to fight the meta-human right away anyway.
"Okay, okay," she croaked out, her voice strained and barely audible. "I'll tell you what I know."
Taking a deep breath, she tried to gather her thoughts.
"The serum.... It's hidden in my office on the fifth floor of the main building, the one with no windows. I can give you my access card. Just please don't hurt me anymore."
"Give me the card, "he demanded, his voice cold and commanding.
She hesitated for a moment, then shakily reached for her discarded clothes. She found the small card tucked into a hidden pocket and handed it to him with trembling fingers.
He snatched it from her hand and inspected it.
The access card was small and sleek, made of a glossy black plastic. It had a metallic strip along one edge and a faintly glowing holographic emblem of BioGen in the center, indicating high-level clearance.
"Will you let me go now?" she asked, but before she could say anything else, Reign kicked her in the stomach again. The impact knocked the wind out of her.
"Of course.... not, you dimwit," he shook his head.
"But you said—" she protested, but he cut her off with his iconic slap.
The force of the blow made her head snap to the side.
"You shouldn't believed the words of someone who looks like this," he said, pointing toward his scary face. He was now smiling in a mocking, twisted way, his expression adding to the horror of the moment.
"W— Why are you doing this?" she stuttered, her tears and snot mixing with blood as her nose bled from the consecutive blow.
"Do you still not remember me? I'm the guy you tried to frame. You even scammed me when you asked me to lick that dirty thing," he chuckled with contempt, finally revealing his identity.
"N— No..." Emy's eyes widened in shock.
The memories of her petty actions came crashing back, amplifying her terror as she realized the man she had wronged was standing over her with a dangerous glint in his eyes.
"No... No, you're lying," she shook her head, her voice trembling with disbelief. She was in a state of denial, unable to accept the horrifying truth.
"Am I?" Reign raised his hands, and sparks of blue electricity crackled across his fingertips, an undeniable proof of his identity.
"Y— You're a demon!" she exclaimed in shock.