Lowe, wary, took a step back and said, "Nicole, you're a smart person. Why make me use force? You should know you can't hurt me now. Do you think you can even hold that bottle steady? Your heart must be racing. Do you really think you can hurt me? Don't overestimate yourself..."

"Bang!" A loud crash echoed through the room.

Lowe stood stunned, speechless.

"You... You..." He tried to speak but couldn't form a sentence.

Nicole had smashed the bottle against her own head, breaking it and leaving a jagged edge. Blood streamed down from her hair, eyelashes, and nose, creating a strange and frightening sight in the warm light.

Blood smeared her lips, making her look both beautiful and terrifying as she slowly opened her mouth and said, “I may not be able to hurt you, but I can hurt myself. Want to play with me? Then play with my corpse. How about it?"

Lowe fell back, scrambling away in fear. He muttered, "What the hell! Crazy woman! Madwoman! You're as mad as that dog..."

How could Lowe play with a dead person... He wasn't that pervert.

She was insane...

Nicole pressed the sharp end of the broken bottle against her neck.

Blood flowed down, making the situation even more perilous.

“Do you want to play or not?" Nicole asked, her blood-stained Lips parting slightly. "Don't be so cowardly, Lowe... Aren't you fearless? What are you afraid of?"

Her voice was a mix of charm and menace, wrapping around Lowe's mind and ears.

Lowe backed away until he hit the door, cornered with no escape.

Seeing the glass bottle pressed against Nicole's neck, Lowe screamed, “Stop! Stop... Please... Don't stab! Don't stab... Please!”

He had surrendered. This woman was too crazy for him to handle. He couldn't deal with her.

If Vicki was a bitch hiding her true nature with a gentle facade, then Nicole was a poisonous scorpion, direct and intense in her threat.

Lowe was on the verge of tears. Why were all these women so terrifying? He couldn't handle them. He wanted to go home. He really did.

Nicole didn't push the bottle further, but she didn't let go either.

She knew she was reaching her limit and might collapse. If Lowe realized she was bluffing, he might do something drastic. She was waiting for the decisive moment. This time, she had to win. She couldn't afford to lose.