Chapter 68: Elite – The Saint Son Theodore (1)

Sonia still remembered that scene from her childhood. A drunken man. Pinned-down legs. Underwear on the verge of being torn off. Her hand grasping the paper cutter at the critical moment. The sensation of a thin blade stabbing into human flesh. It was a memory so horrifying she wished she could erase it from existence—no matter how many years passed, she could never bring herself to revisit it. Even though the assault had been interrupted before it succeeded, the trauma left behind in…