Isabella's POV.
In my entire existence I had never felt so small as I did in that moment. The loud music in the club filled my ears but it still didn't give me any relief to the pain I felt.
My hands grabbed the glass of whiskey tightly as the harsh taste of alcohol burned my throat and I gulped it down in one go. I wanted the alcohol to make me forget about my pain, that was why I ordered for an alcohol that was extremely strong, something I wouldn't be able to resist.
I felt anger burning through my chest and I was disappointed but no amount of alcohol I had to drink would ever drive away the truth that Ryan asked me to be his s*x slave.
His words lingered in the back of my head and no matter how much I tried to shut it off. It still resonated in my ears, getting me more angry. Never
