Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Alicia's POV

For a moment, I felt my life flash in front of me. My head was pinned to the wall while his hands tore my dress. I tried to struggle but I was completely powerless. He rested his weight on me and I could feel the obstruction on my windpipe. I tried to scream but it seemed I had lost my voice. I felt his rough palm tailing the outline of my ass. He grabbed me, turned me over and carried me off my feet with a single swoop. He threw me to the bed and I winced loudly. I crawled to the end of the bed with a pleading gaze.

“Please, don’t hurt me” I begged. I never knew my plans would fail. I had a perfect strategy; the broken table was a perfect weapon. For a moment, I thought I had him. I could see the side of his head. With a sharp timing, I swung the wood. I anticipated the wood crushing his jaw. But how he quickly dodged still baffled me.

“Little lamb, you don’t know what you’ve just done” A smirk already across his face. He wasn’t angry, he was just unfathomable.