Blood dripped to the ground from a long, gruesome gash on Sylvia's cheek, sending shivers down one's spine.

Sylvia clenched her red lips, bearing excruciating pain in silence.

Lucas licked his lips and remarked, "You're quite captivating, even with your lovely face nearly ruined. You remain composed!"

He extended his tongue and ran it over the open wound. "The blood of beauty is sweet, but this isn't enough."

With the dagger in hand, he caressed Sylvia's cheek, saying, "Vee, believe me, I t