Third POV
Killan slammed the door hard behind him, his tight grip still on Sandra's arms.
He threw the key on the bed before throwing her on the bed too. Sandra screamed as her head hit the wall.
“What the hell was that for? Why the f**k were you fighting with that low-class b***h? I thought you were better than this?” he shouted.
Tears rolled down Sandra's eyes. She still stayed on the bed, holding tight to the bed sheets as pain surged around her whole body, making it hard for her to think or even breathe or even talk.
“I am talking to you!” Killan shouted. Her silence angered him even more.
He jumped on the bed on top of her, ignoring the tears in her eyes and the red tomato paste stain on her white dress. He grabbed her by her hair and tugged it hard.
“I asked you a question, Sa
