5

"I beg you to let me go, and thank you in advance! Aren't you at least a little bit ashamed of your parents and your ancestors? In such event, you will bring me back to life and pull me to this location. I'll wait here with them till you get back from your trip." I yelled at Remon when we came to a stop at the most crowded part of the resort while we were there. He was making it appear as though he was having a serious problem by bringing his hands to his forehead, but in reality, he wasn't having any problems at all.

If you are willing to come with me, I will go through it in further detail. I distanced myself from him and pulled my hand away from his in preparation for the possibility that he would seize it.

Please refrain from being stubborn; if you keep acting this way, I will have no choice but to recite what you're saying till the very end of my existence. You have just undone everything I have worked so diligently to achieve. That satisfies the requirements in every way." Immediately bring an end to this situation." I didn't bother waiting for his response, so I was able to get out of there without any trouble at all.

When I was a bit further away from the house, I pulled over to the side of the road and immediately began wiping away the tears that I had been holding back in an attempt to keep my emotions in check.

I have no clue how many times I have left until Remon strikes and destroys my life, and it doesn't matter how many times he proves to me that I have no ill will toward him; I have no idea how many times I have left.

"Are you trying to get away from me, or are you attempting to avoid me? I promised you that I wouldn't give up until you were utterly broken down!" I chose not to speak, but rather to shake my head and start walking away from the situation.

It turned out that my assumption that my issue with him would be resolved before I left Makati was correct. Nobody knows what's causing it to look like it's packing on the pounds at an alarming rate, but it seems to be doing it. I implore you, Yhra, to come back to this place! The narrator yells out, "I'm talking to you!" at one point in the story.

He dared me to take on the task, but I hesitated and ended up failing because he had such a strong hold on me that I couldn't escape from it.

Is there a problem with anything? If you are incapable of doing anything worthwhile with your life, you should stop reading immediately. "My life was tranquil while you weren't in it, and it was you who caused the chaos in your own life, not me!" "I have nothing to do with you or your problems, and I have nothing to do with your life!" As we moved away from the main house and toward the cottage, I screamed my objections and he continued to drag me along.

It made me feel a little apprehensive when he threw me on the bed and then closed the door behind me in the room. It's embarrassing to have this expression on your face, Yahra, and I won't stop until I'm completely content with the way things turned out."

When he moved, my attention was pulled to his face as well as to my hands, which were perspiring and fidgeting. Because his belt made such a loud rattling sound whenever he moved, I was unable to take my eyes off of him.

"I-I don't know what else you're going to do to me." "I-I don't know what else you're going to do to me." "I-I don't know what else you're going to do to me." "I-I don't know what else you're going to do to me." I screamed and stepped closer to the front door as he pulled me up with one hand, slammed me back down on the bed, and then repeated the process.

The narrator says in the narration, "You are not authorized to leave this four-corner chamber until I have finished with you," and the room has four corners. For the purpose of demonstrating, I shook my head in an unsteady manner. In this particular instance, I did not agree with what he was attempting to do.

The fact that he once forced my character out of a scene by chasing after him is off-putting to me. I am aware of the fact that I am merely poor, but I have the decency to try to make the most of the circumstances in which I find myself. My my existence is in the hands of another person, and I am accountable to them. I don't want his impoliteness to have a bad effect on my life in any way, shape, or form.

At one particular juncture, the narrator exclaims, "Get rid of me!" When he initially came up behind me, he grabbed my hand and cuffed it before running away from me. My forehead was dripping with sweat, and I had the distinct impression that I was on the edge of fainting out.

Even though much of my body is paralyzed, it is still fighting against him, who has a vice-like grasp on my flesh and blood, and it is trying to get away from him.

Nevertheless, it would appear that with each eruption of rage and appeal, he is compelling me to do more while also causing me a great deal more misery.

I beg you to have mercy on me because, in contrast to me, you are nothing more than a pig. The author admonishes the reader, saying, "Don't make the same mistake I did." While I was swearing, my insides were boiling with wrath, and I desperately attempted to persuade myself that he would show compassion for my situation.

Yhra, you can put your full trust in me for any situation. You have been cautioned about this. The following are the consequences that will result from you not adhering to my instructions: His statements made me even more perplexed, and he reached for my shorts with his hand. My shorts gradually fell to the ground until I lost control of the situation when he positioned the iron between my feet, which was the final straw. I couldn't say anything.

Keep in mind that whatever you possess belongs to me, and you have no right to lay claim to it. He wailed for a considerable amount of time before ultimately pulling his pants and shirt from beneath him in order to expose his face. He treated me like if I were a wild beast who would never be able to stop him from doing whatever he wanted to do, despite the fact that I was unable to stop crying every time the cloth fell to the floor and he approached me. Despite this, he approached me.

"Would it be possible for you to explain what it is that you've done to me?" I ask. "How in the world could you treat me like that?" As his lips moved closer to me, he murmured something about how he would soon understand that he had made a mistake.

Even though I thought it was ridiculous, my first instinct was to shake my head and try to protect my neck from being grabbed, even though I knew it wouldn't work because the space was too small for me to move away from him at this time. Despite the fact that I thought it was ridiculous, my first instinct was to try to protect my neck from being grabbed.

Don't be silly, and try to preserve some composure. If you want something to happen, you should keep going in the same direction as before. You have my word that I will never again expose you to anything else in your entire life. In spite of my pleadings, she continues with a condescending request, "Please have mercy on me." When I advise her to reconsider her position, her response is, "No, I will do anything I want to you." You're not going to change my mind no matter how much you beg and plead with me to let you go by crying and pleading.

My top was unfastened methodically as he focused his attention on the area on the inside of my rib cage. He was standing just a hair too near for my comfort. Every time he glanced at me, the intensity of his concentration was so intense that it made me feel as if I were going to catch fire from the heat it generated.

"What a piece of junk!" the author exclaims in frustration. He was in his final moments of life when he trembled and yelled that he was going to rip through my clothing and rip off my top while I sobbed in agony because he had passed away only a few minutes earlier.

He complimented me on how wonderfully I was adjusting my bra and did it with his index finger, as if it were something I had learned as a child. He did this as if it were something I had done since I was a child.

"Let's move on to the next portion right away," you said when we reached this point. While he was gazing me down, it appeared as though he was taking his time and lowering my insides in a hilarious and precise manner.

"Remon!" I screamed once again and tried to get away, despite the fact that it seemed as though there was no way to get away from his strong and merciless grip at that moment.

"Remember how I promised you that I wouldn't let you go until I was entirely satisfied with you?" "I can't let you go until I'm completely satisfied with you." He did not take his eyes off of me as he tightened his grip on my cheeks and drew me closer to him, which caused a searing agony in my neck. He kept his gaze on me the entire time.

How much longer do you intend to make my life a living hell by being such an irritant? Due to the fact that you have demonstrated an inability to comprehend what it is that I am stating, you will never again be permitted to depart from this establishment." I was knocked out for a considerable amount of time after he jerked me back to my resting posture with a lot of effort, which resulted in my inside organs being torn apart and my thigh being raised.

"You, Yhra, have such a pleasant flavor that it's hard not to enjoy spending time with you. The fact that you are dripping wet makes it difficult for me to determine if you are merely attempting to get away from me or whether you are also preparing to be fucked." Remon said, while manipulating my who system to act on what he want right now, and he kinda tell a truth, my body response to him on the way he wanted to see the response of me.

No matter how angry you are, you cannot trust his caress because it is a lie. No matter how angry or outraged you are, the goal of his caress is to make you forget about your feelings of terror and rage.

He said this with a smug grin on his lips, "You can't deny that you also enjoy the way I touch you, and at the end of the day, you moan my name every time I thrust. You can't deny that you also enjoy the way I touch you," he added.

"I'm not going to apologize because it seems like you're enjoying yourselves just as much as I am." Remon said together with his grin and preparing his body to rock hard on me.

And for I realize piece by piece, do I deserve this kind of treatment, is this really how my life will work?