Master of his heart (Max and Brielle)
Chapter 1171

Irene stayed quiet, the blaring alarms echoing around her. She glanced down at the switchblade in her hand. The world seemed to tilt beneath her, the crashing planes exploding like fireworks in the night sky.

She wiped the blade silently, surveying the hell she had created.

Rain poured harder, making the alarms even more piercing.

She stood tall, unyielding.

Kenzo was gone, vanished without a trace. Irene, distracted for just a moment, hadn't noticed him leave.

Jaired knelt before her.

"It's my fault."

"Enough."

Irene managed a small smile, dabbing at the blood on his cheek with her fingertip, then tasting it on her lips. Salty.

"Brielle! Brielle!"

King was still searching through the chaos, but no one knew where Brielle was being held. He burst into a basement, hoping to replace her there. Instead, he found a woman, wary and watchful.

King didn't get a good look at her face and quickly retreated when he realized she wasn't Brielle, throwing over his shoulder, "Get out now, or you're dead." As he slammed the basement door behind him, the roar outside grew louder.

Sarah thought she recognized him, but there wasn't time to think. She had to escape.

King frantically searched every room for Brielle, his heart racing.

The international alarms grew louder, voices in several languages demanding a cease-fire, threatening indiscriminate retaliation.

It was only then that King remembered the woman he had seen, rushing back.

"Mom."

He called, grabbing Sarah's wrist and dragging her towards his helicopter.

"Take her and go!"

At the word "Mom," Sarah froze, disbelief in her eyes.

No, it couldn't be her son. Her son had no need for plastic surgery.

Confused, she thought the boy must have mistaken her for someone else, but before she could react,

pushed into the helicopter wax

"Brielle! Brielle!"

King was desperate now.

Brielle thought she heard someone calling her name, but she was too disoriented, her mouth tasting of blood.

But the blood wasn't hers.

She felt herself being carried, unsure of where they were going.

Kenzo was carrying her, his other hand clutching the barely alive Myles.

"Cough, cough, cough."

Brielle coughed weakly.

Kenzo stiffened momentarily but kept moving.

The rain soaked them through; he was drenched, and so was Brielle, but she knew who was holding her. "Put me down!"

She demanded coldly, struggling fiercely.

But Kenzo, already burdened with Myles, couldn't control Brielle's desperate writhing.

Brielle hit the ground, the blindfold ripped from her eyes, and her pupils shrank at the chaos around them.

Her mouth filled with the taste of blood, the nauseating feeling of being force-fed still churning incher stomach, her lips and teeth coated with the taste of iron.

When that thin knife was pressed to her mouth, she truly thought her tongue would be cut out.

But the pain never came; instead, Kenzo had cut flesh from his own wrist, using it as a makeshift tongue.

Because it was all so bloody, no one looked closely enough to see what it was.

Perhaps in a bid for realism, he had forced blood into her mouth and then knocked her out.

Brielle lay on the ground, wanting to vomit, but feeling like there was nothing to expel.

Kenzo set Myles down and spoke coldly.

"Hypnotize her."

Myles was pale, having already endured torture himself. At Kenzo's words, he let out a weak chuckle. "Hypnotize her with what?"

Kenzo looked down, his hands

cradling Brielle's face, his eyes wild

with a dark, unseen depth,

Voice

belongs to en.kikistorin

hoarse, "Make her love