84. Surrender

Esme

"Why, why did you hurt me," I stammered, my lips trembling at the sight of his scary face. His ferocious gaze made me shiver in fear. What's wrong with me, why am I suddenly unable to fight back even with curse words at him? My leg hurt a little but the heat spread to my head. This was not an ordinary bullet that only scratched a small, insignificant wound.

"Stand up, do you can't stand up, do I need to help you so you can stand up and run," he said sarcastically, pointing the gun back at my feet. My hands clenched tightly into fists, trying to stand up and he continued to stare at me sharply.

"Open your legs—" I obeyed his orders and closed my eyes. I knew he was a rough and cruel man but I didn't think he was capable of hurting me like this. He said he loved me so much and why did he have to make me hurt. Tharique was never like this; he was also jealous of me, but he once hurt me like this.

"Why can't you refuse his invitation not to spend the night?"

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