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This was the third time Andrea Knox had attempted to escape.

The first two times, Michael Blake had let her go, but this time his heart was hardened.

Just when she thought she would finally escape, Michael stood atop the bunker and, without hesitation, shot her in the back of the head.

The gunshot pierced the quiet night, and with it, the young life of Andrea was abruptly ended.

She should have died during her first escape attempt, but Michael had taken an interest in her.

I watched indifferently from behind him, devoid of any sympathy or fear.

After all, I had helped her escape this time, and I was the one who had informed Michael.

Michael tossed his gun to his subordinate, and I approached at just the right moment.

I knelt on the ground, hugging his legs and gently rubbing against him with my warm, soft body.

I looked up, and even though I could not see, I knew my eyes were moist. "Can I follow you? I will never run."

My shirtfront was slightly open, revealing pale skin within his line of sight.

Michael's expression was perpetually cold, but his eyes darkened further.

Perhaps it was my sincere tone or my gentle expression.

Or perhaps it was because he had just killed a woman he liked, who always wanted to run away, and he felt an unusual sense of defeat.

After scrutinizing me for a moment, he finally extended his hand.

I placed my hand in his, and with one strong pull, he lifted me up and carried me away.

What followed was a night of tumultuous passion.

I gently caressed the wounds on his chest, and Michael's movements grew increasingly intense.

Drops of sweat from his body fell onto my face, becoming my tears.