"So you already guessed it was me?" Frank's face was calm as he looked at Winona.
Winona gave a bitter smile. "The moment I was taken, a lot of names flashed through my mind. Yours was one of them."
She looked up at him. "Mr. Frank, aside from my grudge with Felicity, have I ever wronged you? Why are you doing this to me?"
"I only took you hostage," Frank replied evenly. "I haven't done anything cruel to you."
Winona let out a sharp, incredulous laugh. "You tied up my arms and legs. You stopped me from going home. You gagged me so I couldn't speak, blindfolded me so I wouldn't know where you were taking me. If I'm not mistaken, you'll probably either violate me, dump me somewhere far away, or just kill me outright. Is that your idea of not being cruel?"
"I'm not half as vile as you think I am! And I'm certainly not as despicable as you!" Frank shot to his feet, looming over her.
His eyes blazed with anger, as if he weren't the one in the wrong at all—as if Winona was the real criminal here.
"If you hadn't ruined Felicity's happiness again and again, would I ever have done this to you? Not only did you destroy her happiness, you stuck your nose into her work too. Compared to your shameless, conniving ways, I'm practically a saint!"
Winona threw her head back and laughed—a wild, almost hysterical sound.
Suddenly, she realized how absurd she'd been just now. What was the point of reasoning with someone who held your life in their hands? Logic and justice were never on the side of the weak. They always belonged to the ones with power.
If she was already the weaker one, she might as well keep her mouth shut.
Shut her mouth until her last breath.
There was no way Frank would let her go—not now. But at least she could hold onto her pride.
"What's so funny?" Frank demanded.
Winona said nothing.
"I asked you a question!" he barked, voice louder.
Still, Winona stayed silent.
"Do you even realize how much damage you've done? How twisted your actions are? Don't you know you're in the wrong? Answer me!"
But Winona refused to utter a word.
No matter how many times Frank pressed her, she wouldn't make a sound.


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