The Devil's Good Girl-Chapter 282: The truth will set both of us free.

[PRESENT TIME]

Fil let out a grunt as she regained her consciousness. Even before she could open her eyes, the painful throb in her head assaulted her.

"Ugh..." she tried opening her eyes, blinking weakly until her vision grew clear.

The place she woke up in was dark, but because of the moonlight peeking through the small broken windows, she was able to estimate how wide this place was. She guessed it was an abandoned warehouse or just a big garage. She wasn’t sure, but what she was sure of was that she was tied to the chair.

"Hah..." she breathed out, hanging her head low. ’Who could have done this to her?’

Fil closed her eyes and took another deep breath. She mustered her strength and tried to free herself from the chair. But alas, her ropes were tightly knit, and there was no way she could free herself without any other objects.

Putting aside the thoughts of who could have done such a despicable deed, Fil tried to adjust her eyes to the darkness. She had to search for anything to free herself. But alas, even when her eyes adjusted to the darkness and was able to see things around, there was nothing she could grab.

’Jack...’ she mentally called, wondering if he already knew by now that she had gone missing.

The throb in her head wasn’t helping, making her clench her teeth. When she reopened her eyes, she gazed down at her chair.

’It’s wood.’

Since the ropes tied around her and the chair, Fil thought if this chair broke, the rope would loosen.

With that thought in mind, Fil tried to reach the food with her foot. But alas, even her feet were bound on the chair. Hence, she swung her body from one side to the other. It made her dizzy, but eventually, with enough force, she was able to land on her side.

"Argh!" a loud grunt escaped her, hurting her side at that terrible fall.

But the chair didn’t break.

"Ah, god..." she breathed out, now even more trapped in this position with more pain.

Knowing there was no way she would be able to get out or do anything to break the chair, Fil rested the side of her head on the floor.

’I pressed the emergency button Michael gifted me. So if it was working, then... Jack would’ve known by now,’ she told herself. ’Jack will find me, eventually. I just have to... buy myself some time.’

At this point, Fil slowly gave in to the situation. She fought with all her might and didn’t give up. However, in this situation, she already knew there was only so much she could do. She was already trapped in here. Denying it would only shorten her life.

As Fil was reorganizing her thoughts, she heard a loud clang of the roll-up gates. She squinted her eyes and looked up, only to see a tall man standing in the middle. She couldn’t see him clearly, but for some reason, she felt this sense of familiarity.

The man walked in her direction so casually, leaving the roll-up half open.

Fil held her breath as she watched the figure come closer and closer until he was only a few steps away. Then he stopped.

"You..." she whispered, trying to see his face to know who did this to her.

"Hello, Filomena."

Her breath hitched as soon as the man’s cool voice caressed her ears. Her eyes slowly dilated and soon enough, the man’s face appeared clearer in the dark.

"Quentin?" her lips quivered, confused.

Quentin was the last person she thought would do this to her. She even suspected Vincent was behind this for some sick reason, and what happened in the elevator was only for show. But Quentin? Never in a million years.

"Why?" she blurted out under her breath. "Why... are you doing this?"

Quentin cocked his head a little to the side. "I’m doing this for you," he said. "You asked me, didn’t you?"

"What?"

"Haha. Of course, you don’t remember," he chuckled, grabbing the chair and swiftly putting it back in place.

Quentin quietly walked to the corner and dragged a chair, placing it in front of her. He casually sat down, resting his leg over the other.

He smiled. "How are you, Filomena?"

"Hah." Fil let out a scoff, assessing the man from up and down. "Quentin, what’s going on? Why are you doing this to me? What did I do to you, hmm?"

She had so many questions when she realized this was truly Quentin. This man was just a person whom she met and then didn’t. He was supposed to be the person who simply walked past her life.

But what was this situation now?

"You? Now? Nothing." Quentin shook his head mildly. "You did nothing to me. If anything, you were kind to me."

Her body trembled as she tried to shake off the rope. "Then why are you doing this to me?!"

"Because it’s what we’re doing," he said. "It’s what you wanted and as your husband, I’m simply fulfilling your wishes."

"Husband?" Fil laughed in mockery. "You’re insane."

The smile on Quentin’s face faded. "And who made me one?"

"What?"

"Who..." he trailed off as he rose from his seat and marched to her. Bending over, he placed his hands on her shoulder and added through his gritted teeth. "WHO MADE ME ONE?"

Fil’s jolted as she froze, looking at him closely with wide eyes. The fire in his eyes made his eyes change into color red, and his side molars looked like fangs. Fil almost doubted if she was seeing it correctly, but the longer she stared at him, the more she couldn’t deny what she was seeing.

"A monster..."

Quentin nodded, eyes fixed on her. "And who made me one, darling?"

How would she know?

"It was you," he continued and his tone calmed down. The subtle smile on his face returned. "It’s you who made me like this."

Quentin cupped her face, and his eyelids drooped.

"It is you, my Filomena, you and your lies..." he whispered, moving his face closer to her neck.

"Stop..." Fil breathed out a jagged breath, wiggling her body violently to stop him from coming even closer. "Quentin, what are — please don’t do this. I didn’t do anything!"

Her breath hitched when his hot breath caressed the side of her neck. Her neck turned taut as she heard him whisper, "Once you remember, you won’t be so scared of me anymore, Filomena. The truth will set both of us free."

A short whimper escaped her as his tongue licked the side of her neck. She tried shaking her head, but with his hand stilling it, all she felt neck were two sharp things plunging into her skin.