The black-hooded man kept running through the thick forest, completely ignoring everything else. In his rough and hurried strides, a sharp, thorny branch suddenly sliced across Olivia's face as she hung limply in his arms.
Slash!!
The thorn cut deep into Olivia's smooth cheek, leaving a long wound that welled with fresh blood.
However, Olivia did not move or make a sound; she was completely unconscious from the effects of the powerful sleeping potion.
The kidnapper's instinct grew more and more uneasy. His heart hammered with a terror he had never felt before in his entire life.
The forest atmosphere around him felt increasingly suffocating and cold, as if the angel of death was hovering right above his head.
"Damn it! I have to kill this girl quickly before I get caught!" the man cursed, panting heavily.
