“I am not yours!”, I acidly yell at him, hate for him lacing through my veins. I always knew that there was something very wrong about him, something unnervingly off in his persona.
“I am just a w***e who you paid to f**k, just a naive little girl you hired to hand her virginity to you on a silver platter. Nothing more. Nothing less…..”I loudly declare, fixing him with my cold glare. His eyes widen ever so slightly but he doesn’t look offended in the least. What else could I have expected from a sick bastard like him! If he could take a person’s life so easily without being affected in the least, it was nonsensical of me to expect him to get angry over me insulting him!
“Shut up, NOW!”, he shouted at me and was suddenly by my side, gripping my neck from behind, applying just enough force
