"Rosemary, if you just admit that coming back home was a mistake, that you shouldn't have bullied me or paraded around like you owned the place, just get down on your knees and beg me, knock your forehead on the ground ten times, and I might just get Martha to leave your pretty face alone."
Of course, that was never going to happen. It was a bluff, a ploy to see Rosemary submit and grovel.
Rosemary's gaze fixed on Serena on the screen, a playful smirk curling at the corner of her mouth, "I dare to beg, but do you dare to untie me?"
Serena's heart clenched. No, they couldn't release her; with Rosemary's skills, who knew what she might pull.
"You want me to beg, but you don't even have the guts," Rosemary said with an air of indifference, "Go on, do it."
"You really think you're too tough to die." Martha's knife came down swiftly.
