亚洲少妇

Mace, clearly irritated by his presence, replied, "Rusty, why did you come here?" He positioned himself protectively between Rusty and Diana, a clear indication that he didn\'t want him to see her.

Rusty chuckled and said, "Oh,  just thought I\'d drop by and see what all the fuss was about. But it seems like I stumbled upon something interesting." Mace\'s jaw tightened as he warned, "This is none of your business, Rusty. Leave now before you mess it up."

Rusty raised an eyebrow and smirked, clearly enjoying the tension he had caused. "Oh, Mace, you know I can\'t resist a good mess. Besides, it\'s not like you can handle it all on your own." Mace clenched his fists, his patience wearing thin.

Rusty\'s gaze never leaving Diana. He had a reputation as a womanizer, and her presence seemed to stir his base desires. He licked his lips suggestively and said, "What\'s the harm, Mace? She looks absolutely delicious." His lustful intentions were evident.

Mace, however, had different concerns. He tried to reason with Rusty, saying, "No, this one is different. The boss won\'t be pleased if you mess with her."

Rusty placed his hand on Mace\'s shoulder and smirked, "Relax, Mace. What\'s so important about her? Is she related to some Novoyant pricks?" He clearly didn\'t see the significance of the situation.

Mace nodded in response, confirming her connection to the Novoyants.

Rusty\'s eyes gleamed with a wicked idea, and he suggested, "Well, then, it\'s even better. I\'ll break her in front of him, and that will force him to submit."

Mace let out a heavy sigh, fully aware of Rusty\'s twisted past. Rusty had employed similar tactics on the parents of children with abilities, killing them and subjecting them to unspeakable horrors. The government had never questioned their methods, only focusing on the results they produced.

Diana\'s heart raced, her fear escalating as she listened to their menacing words. Her body trembled uncontrollably in the confines of the chair, her attempts to break free proving futile.

As soon as the men came and stopped in front of her, they put a cloth on her head. She was horrified and frightened. She didn\'t know what was happening, and it all happened in a few seconds, and she ended up in this room. She looked on all sides; there was only the door and the rectangle shaped glass on one side.

As Mace attempted to intervene and prevent Rusty from getting closer to her, the sinister man, Rusty, disregarded his colleague\'s warning. With a twisted smile, he reached out and gently caressed Diana\'s trembling hand, his voice dripping with an unsettling mixture of desire and cruelty.

"You look so fragile," Rusty purred, his words sending shivers down Diana\'s spine. "I\'ve never encountered a beauty quite like you before."

Diana\'s face drained of color as she vehemently shook her head in terror. Mace, determined to prevent any further harm, firmly grasped Rusty\'s hand and implored, "Rusty, you must listen to reason. The boss has made it clear that we must deal with the boy first."

"He will be here in a few minutes."

Rusty let out a heavy sigh, torn between his disturbing desires and their task.

Meanwhile, Diana, in a desperate attempt to escape Rusty\'s grasp, fought to free herself.

Feeling his hands on her creeped her out, and she desperately tried to break free from his grip. She could feel the panic rising within her as she realized the danger she was in.

In the struggle, her shirt sleeve was torn, revealing her trembling arm. She ultimately fell to the side, tears streaming down her face, a poignant symbol of her anguish and vulnerability.

Francesca and Jaegar strode into the dimly lit room, their eyes fixated on the glass barrier that separated them from the chilling scene inside.

His eyes quickly found his aunt lying on the floor, sideways, tied to the chair. Her eyes filled with tears, and her face contorted in fear and pain.

There, amidst the shadows, lay Diana, bound to a chair and in a state of distress. Her torn left sleeve was held by a man standing menacingly beside her, his cruel grip on the torn fabric serving as a cruel reminder of her vulnerability.

Jaegar\'s gaze oscillated between the menacing figure clutching the torn sleeve and his beloved aunt.

As anger and rage surged within him, his fist clenched involuntarily, and a swirling aura of purple mist coiled around his one hand. The room\'s lights flickered ominously, a prelude to the storm that was about to descend.

Francesca, aware of the impending tempest, pivoted to face Jaegar, her words rushing out in a desperate attempt to quell the impending maelstrom. "Jaegar, it\'s not what—"

Before she could complete her sentence, Jaegar had vanished from his previous position. He shattered the glass barrier with breathtaking force, shards cascading around him like shards of crystalline rain.

Without hesitation, he reached Diana\'s side, the purple mist cutting through the ropes, forming the blades, and urgently releasing her from her restraints.

Diana, her tearful eyes filled with relief and fear, clung to Jaegar, her words muffled by the weight of her emotions. She whispered urgently, but her voice was drowned in the tumult of her emotions, never reaching his ears.

Jaegar turned his gaze towards Rusty, the man who had callously torn Diana\'s sleeve, his voice dripping with anger.

Rusty, who saw Jaegar, said, "So, you\'re the boy they spoke of?"

Diana, still trembling, pleaded with Jaegar, urging him to be cautious and questioning his presence. However, her words fell on deaf ears, her pleas lost amidst the tempest of Jaegar\'s fury. His emotions were all overtaken by the rage inside him, seeing his aunt vulnerable and the thought of the harm and terror she had to go through had made him lose all sense in that moment.