Confrontation

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This all was too much for her. His hands everywhere on her body, his kisses all over her skin, his words threatening to spellbind her mind, his affection extracting sense out of her system. Everything was too much. His love and hatred were wrecking her whole existence.

She couldn’t fight off the dilemma. Her tears silently vacating her eye-sockets as he skimmed down the bridge of his nose to her cheek and placed his soft lips on the track of her tears, line by line he drank all of them. His warm breath suffused tingles all over her upper-body. One moment she wanted to surrender but the next, her mind would reel off those vicious moments that she and others had borne because of him.

He was the one who commanded that man Larford to trick her. He was the one who locked her up in that dark room and instructed Basina to whip her back just for his gratification, he was the one who kept those women as slaves because they resembled her and tortured them for something they were unknown of.