The Smile On His Face

"You, what exactly do you want?" Angie asked with difficulty.

"All I want are you. In the future, if you listen to me obediently, I can guarantee that this recording will be forever sealed." Shawn laughed unbridled, he lifted Angie's face and kissed her.

Angie's face was ashen as she tightly grabbed onto the sofa beneath her. The soft surface of the leather sofa had traces of irreparable damage drawn on the surface by her sharp fingertips. Now she finally understood what it meant to be unable to live if one had to suffer the consequences of one's own actions.

Shawn then tormented her until she was half dead, and then reluctantly let her go. He stood to one side, pulling up his pants, and threw the blanket over her, covering her mess.

"Go wash up. You look really dirty right now."

Angie's delicate face had long been covered with tears. She wrapped a blanket around herself and walked shakily into the bathroom, her legs weak. She felt like a used rag, dirty and disgusting.

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