This was the night...that same dreadful night. And, I was reliving it…in my dream? But, I needed not to worry because Luther didn’t…he stopped when…
Still, I didn’t want to witness it happen before my eyes. I commanded my feet to move but they stayed frozen, not even my head could turn away like I wasn’t in control of my own body. Closing my eyes was my last resort, and I was successful after attempting multiple times. The last scene I saw was Luther throwing that helpless woman, the old myself, on that bed before my eyelids dropped.
WARNING: s****l AND VIOLENT SCENES
I was forced to open my eyes when I felt a rough arm yanking violently a piece of my clothing that I soon realized was my cream coat. When my gaze raked upward, I was beyond mortified to see Luther pinning me down. His fa
