Chapter 20

Clyde's words hung in the air like a heavy fog, casting a shroud of danger and uncertainty over the room. The weight of his dominance and cruelty could be felt, as if it permeated the very essence of the space we occupied.

As I stood before him, a mere pawn in the intricate game he had orchestrated, I couldn't help but feel a sense of powerlessness. His words served as a stark reminder of my place in this treacherous world, a place that had been brutally enforced upon me.

With a firm and unyielding grip, Clyde pulled my face upward, his fingers digging into my chin like a vise. It was as if he wanted to assert his dominance not only through his words, but also through his physical presence.

"Now you know, what value and place you hold in this game." His eyes bore into mine, their intensity unrelenting, as if he was peering into the depths of my soul, searching for any sign of resistance or defiance.

"I need your help." The words escaped my lips, barely more than a hushed murmur, rev