Chapter 65

(Luna's pov)

"Oh, you are a sneaky one, aren't you?" The man's voice dripped with malice as he delivered a harsh slap across my face, his fingers digging into my hair as he dragged me forward.

"To think I thought you were pretty," he sneered, his eyes burning with a twisted mix of anger and contempt. "What makes you think you can escape?" He grabbed my chin with bruising force, his grip a painful reminder of my vulnerability.

"You better behave, or else," he threatened, his words a sinister promise of what lay ahead. But I couldn't back down; I couldn't let fear paralyze me.

With all the courage I could muster, I shoved his hand away from my face, my voice trembling but defiant. "Get your filthy hands off my face!"

My outburst was met with laughter, a cruel sound that only fueled my determination. The door swung open with an abrupt force, and there he stood, Macho in the flesh, a force of nature that seemed to grow larger and more imposing with each encounter.

"What are you doing to h