You Hit My Heart (Joyce and Luther)

Chapter 1901: Discussing Who Dies First

Chapter 1901: Discussing Who Dies First

On the mountainside, at the camping site.

Over the years, this place had long been abandoned, overgrown with wild vegetation, the grass

growing as tall as a person. The original pine trees, left untrimmed, had turned the area into a veritable

primitive forest.

Unnoticed by anyone, a brick house had quietly been erected here, hidden among the weeds. Unless

one approached closely, it remained completely undetectable.

Despite its unremarkable appearance, the brick house was equipped with modern facilities. It had both

an upper and lower level, including a comprehensive security system that shielded the location from

prying eyes.

Athena had long established this place as a stronghold, though no one was aware of it.

Because no one would have suspected that she would transform the very cliff from which she had once

jumped into a secret base.

Since capturing Kiki and Westbrook, Athena had moved herself here, along with her loyal subordinates

who were dedicated to OGW. At this moment, they were keeping a close watch on the area, inside and

out.

Aldis was in charge of coordination and command. This time, he had silently abducted the two children

from school, displaying his adept skills.

After Kiki and Westbrook were captured, they were thrown into a room on the ground floor, surrounded

by high walls, with only a skylight above letting in the scorching daylight. Their hands and feet were

bound, rendering them immobile. From the moment they left the school until now, they had not been

given any food or water.

Kiki was clearly struggling. Her frail body slumped against the wall.

Having been confined before, Westbrook could still manage, albeit with great effort. Though he was

extremely fearful deep down, he desperately tried to protect Kiki, pretending that he wasn't as scared

as he truly was.

He leaned towards Kiki, "Kiki, don't fall asleep. Let's talk, okay?"

He wanted to distract Kiki.

Sobbing, Kiki said, "Wuwu, I want to go home. I want my mommy." Previously, she had been indifferent

about going home, knowing that her mother didn't care about her. But now that she had been taken

away, she realized that her mother was the best person to her.

"Kiki, don't cry. They might hear us," Westbrook said urgently, fearing that the black-clothed individuals

might come in and start hitting them if they heard them making a commotion.

Kiki couldn't stop crying.

At that moment, indeed, some black-clothed individuals barged in, cursing loudly, "What's all this

noise? Sick of living, are you?"

Already irritated, the black-clothed man, upon hearing the crying, strode in and kicked at Kiki.

Westbrook was startled and quickly threw himself over Kiki, shielding her from the blow.

It hurt so much. He was in agony from the kick to his waist, tears welling up. Even though he had been

beaten at home, it had never hurt this much.

Gritting his teeth, Westbrook held back his cries. Under normal circumstances, he would have already

been wailing loudly.

Scared, Kiki huddled into Westbrook's embrace, too frightened to show her face or cry again. She

forced back her tears, the bitter taste making her stomach churn even more.

The black-clothed man, feeling unsatisfied, wanted to kick them some more.

Holding Kiki tightly, Westbrook's voice trembled, "Don't hurt her. If you must, hurt me instead."

The black-clothed man sneered, "At such a young age already playing hero to save the damsel in

distress. Alright, I'll grant your wish."

With that, the black-clothed man lifted his foot and viciously kicked at Westbrook's leg.

The pain rendered Westbrook unable to cry. He thought his leg might have been broken.

"Enough, let them catch their breath. We'll torture them some more later."

A sharp, feminine voice rang out. It was Athena who had entered.

"Miss, you're here. I'm sorry they disturbed you. That's why I reprimanded them," the black-clothed man

said respectfully.

"It was too noisy. Hmph." Athena disdainfully glanced at Xiao Cheng Cloud, "Such a young age, still

dreaming of being a hero. Don't waste your efforts. Do you think you'll live through today?"

Westbrook turned around, standing in front of Kiki. He looked at the beautiful woman before him, more

beautiful than any woman he had ever seen. He couldn't understand why someone so good-looking

could be so cruel.

"What do you want? I won't let you hurt her," Westbrook said, suppressing his fear and trying to sound

bold, even though his legs were trembling with fear. Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

"Oh. Not hurt her? I'd like to see if you're as brave as you imagine, little boy," Athena loved to make

these malicious provocations.

Suddenly, she became interested and walked up to Westbrook, "In half an hour, if no one comes to

save you, I will shoot one of you. Tell me, who dies first? Do you want to die first, or should I shoot her

first?"

As she spoke, she toyed with a gun, clicking the safety on and pointing the barrel at the two trembling

children.

Kiki was already too scared to speak, her fair face now as pale as paper.

She clung tightly to Westbrook's clothes. Although she hadn't liked Westbrook much before, she had

no one else to rely on now and could only depend on him for survival.

Seeing the gun, Westbrook's teeth chattered, and he could barely speak.

Athena pressed the gun against Westbrook's forehead, evilly asking, "What about if I shoot you first?"

Out of instinct, Westbrook shook his head in fear, "Please, don't, don't kill me. I don't want to die."

"Hahaha," Athena laughed out loud, "Look at you, still dreaming of being a hero? When it comes down

to life and death, you're just as afraid of dying, aren't you?"

She then aimed the gun at Kiki's forehead, "Well then, I'll have to kill her first."

Kiki's eyes rolled back, almost fainting.

Westbrook quickly shielded her, holding her even closer, "No, don't kill her. Please don't harm her.

Please, you can make me do anything. Please don't hurt her."

"No, little boy, that's not how we negotiate. One of you has to die first. Tell me, who should die first? Or

should I give you a few minutes to discuss it? Discuss who dies first, and then let me know?" Athena's

voice dripped with venomous cunning.

Westbrook and Kiki glanced at each other. They were too young to understand this kind of

manipulation; all their actions were driven purely by primal instincts.

Kiki shook her head desperately, "I don't want to die, I don't want to die, I want my mommy, I want to go

home."

Westbrook seemed to grow up overnight, suddenly raising his young head, looking at Athena, and said

in despair, "Kill me, then. If someone has to die, let it be me."