NovelAppChapter 141 Too Late to Be Scared Now
Deirdre returned to her room in the mansion and sat on the edge of her bed in a dissociative trance.
Minutes crawled, possibly hours. She had no idea how long it took until she finally felt sleep catching
up to her. She lay down.
Then, suddenly, her door swung open from a kick. Brendan lurched like a mad beast and pinned her
wrists. against the floor. The air chilled, but Deirdre could almost feel frost coming from the man’s eyes
furiously scanning her face.
“Didn’t even lose a sleep over the sh*t you do, did you?” Brendan bellowed, his rage-powered might
crushing her shoulders.
“That f*cking injury on Lena’s neck! Nothing could make it go away, and everyone saw it, McKinnon!
They were talking about it behind her back and among themselves during her own party all because of
the stupid sh*t you did! She wouldn’t even come home after the party! That’s how humiliated you made
her feel, you black-hearted b*tch! Do you even know how to f*cking stop!?”
Pain flared like wildfire across her shoulders, and Deirdre’s face went white from the ordeal. Brendan
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtsounded so furious it was as if he was going to hurl her from the balcony right there and then.
What a joke. Deirdre had retreated into a state of inactivity ages ago, but Charlene was the one who
did not know how to stop. She could not even spare a literal dog.
“Why don’t you ask her to stop? See if she agrees to it?” Deirdre shot back. “Honestly, how could a
docile blind woman like me suddenly choke her if she didn’t provoke me in the first place?”
“How dare you!?” Brendan’s eyes were red with fury. He yanked her by the collar, pressed her against
the wall, and gnashed his teeth. “Victim-blaming again, aren’t we? The only reason Lena didn’t hit you
back. was that she was too kind for it. She can’t even bring herself to hurt a fly, let alone another
human. But that doesn’t mean you can take advantage of her kindness!”
“Kindness?” Deirdre echoed with downcast eyes. She remembered the wails and whimpers Bliss
made. and how Charlene had gleefully recorded it just so Deirdre could hear it in posterity. Kindness!
Goddamned kindness!
“Oh, Brendan… Your judgment of people… is abysmal.””
“You are f*cking right,” he snarled and shoved her to the floor. He glared at her from above. “So
abysmal that I kept deluding myself into giving a sociopath like you more chances than you ever
deserve! You are a vile, low, and wretched *sshole. You will never know how to behave yourself without
good f*cking
lessons!”
He grabbed Deirdre’s wrist and began to trawl her out of the room, heading to the stairs. “Get up!”
Deirdre staggered through the floor, her bare feet registering the cold hard tiles underneath her. She
shivered.
Then, the entrance door opened. Nipping gales howled as they barged into the living room, and Deirdre
grew alarmed. “W-What are you doing, Brendan?!”
Watching her retreat to her backfoot, Brendan flashed her a cruel smirk. “A bit too late to be afraid,
McKinnon!”
He trawled her out of the house and into the backyard, where a crowded storehouse stood. It was an
oft- ignored building that had not seen any maintenance for years.
Brendan swung her inside. She fell, her hands bruised from pressing against the ground. The pain
hardly
dissipated when she heard a guttural growl nearby. It was a hunting hound.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Chain it inside,” he commanded.
Deirdre’s face turned pale. The hound’s breath had an odious stench. It was clearly in a highly volatile
state-perhaps even rabid. And Brendan… He was planning to shut Deirdre in with this mad hound
inside. a crowded old shack!
“What’s the matter? I thought you were a dog lover! You loved your stupid mutt so much you would hurt
a human over it, so I thought I should reward you with another dog! Why are you scared now?” he
jeered.
“Let me give you a piece of advice, Deirdre. You should probably make yourself at home at the corner
for as long as you can. This dog isn’t exactly sane, and it’s not gonna get better once its tamer leaves.
You might get bitten if you aren’t careful… And you should be because it won’t be the first time this dog
killed a human.”
What!?
Deirdre’s eyes reddened. This dog… had killed people before? Was it why he decided to lock her up
with it? Because if she died… he could just handwave it and say, “Aww, tough luck!”
Deirdre was shaking. Even in the darkness of her lost eyesight, she could feel the dog watching her
from its corner, waiting and eager to strike.
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