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Rape, not mating.

Scarlett's POV

I handed him the towel, noticing that he still had his black gloves on.

He took it from me with his left hand, replacing the blood-soaked towel from his nose.

He placed the soaked one in my hands, but the blood continued to flow. It was still flowing as freely as before.

I felt his gaze on me as he handed me the bloody towel, but my eyes remained fixated on his gloves.

Why does he always wear gloves?

Could this be part of his illness?

"Ryan, are you sure you're okay? Should we go to a hospital?" I asked, looking down at the bloodied towel.

"Don't repeat what you just said, Scarlett," he warned, hitting me on the head. There was a clear warning in his voice, and I nodded.

He stared at my hair without turning away, so I reached up to touch my head and see if there was something there.

He slapped my hand away, and I quickly pulled it back, hid it behind me, and soothed the sting I felt from his slap.

I blinked at him in confusion, wondering what was going on, but he did
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