I write songs, not tragedies

Chapter 9: What's wrong with him?

I woke up and saw the clock again. It's already 11 in the morning! My hands weren't tied anymore. I was trying to get up but my body hurts like hell and b*tt naked.

Oliver just came out from the shower. I'm right, this is his apartment. He took a step towards me and casually said "You gained weight. Your body looks much better now" like nothing happened.

Well, I'm now eating nicely as the food I'm consuming is coming from my hard earned money you fool.

I shot him a death glare "You r*pist!"

He softly chuckled "Was that r*pe? You moaned all night like a wh*re, you're begging for more. You do have a nice voice especially in bed"

I'm trying my best to hold back my tears "I'll report this. You'll have your karma, you bastard. Justice will be served"

He's laughing like a crazy person "Go ahead and do that. I will be waiting. This is what you get from seducing Daniel you wh*re"

Did mother tell him already? It is because I rejected the offer to work in their company?

I've had enough of his insults. I straightened up myself and fiercely said "Well, between you and Daniel he f*cked me better"

He looked at me like he was about to kill me "Oh, really Abi? Tell that to the blood stains on the sheets" he grabbed my neck and chocked me down to the bed "If you're going to insult me, be honest" he grabbed something on the bedside table. "Here's your payment" he handed me a cheque then released me.

I grasped for air and quickly took the cheque and slapped it on his face. Now I'm dead for sure. But he just looked at me and left the room.

I don't for how long I was crying but I need to get out of here first. I got up and took a shower and thankfully there were clothes on top of the nightstand, like it was prepared for me.

I made my way out of the building. I was here years before when Mr. Williams was still the head of the company, before it was passed down that b*stard.