Demian's POV
"Ah~” I heard her moaning voice through the phone, the rustling of the bed sheets as she tried grasping them.
“Move your legs further apart.” Some man demanded her.
“It hurts”
“It’ll hurt less.”
“Ah~”
“Okay, I’ll be gentle.”
“I don’t fcking care just put it in!! Hurry!!!” Her voice was desperate.
Then the phone shifted, “See you don’t need to worry. I’m taking very good care of her. She’s ‘enjoying’ her time here.” Zack’s voice was full of scorn. He was mocking me.
“...” I couldn’t say anything. My mind was blank yet my soul was on fire.
“You probably don’t want her back anymore, as you can see she--” I hung up the phone before he could say anything more.
I gritted my teeth when Noah stepped forward.
“Hey,” He started extending his hand but I slapped it off , “Dem
