Ayla's Pov:
I gritted my teeth holding my cheek as I glared at him. He f*****g had the nerve to slap me, don't he feel even a tiny bit of a remorse?
I guess not.
He let out a grunt curling his fingers into a fists as he bend down on his knees next to me "You're not talking to me like that. I made love to you and I took what's rightfully mine. You're mine just like how I'm yours. I'm your first and I'm intend to be your last so don't you f*****g dare to insult my intension."
I let out a scoff with a disbelief look on my face, he's not even acknowledging the fact that he raped me. I looking at him with hatred filled eyes, I don't fear this bastard anymore. I used to fear him once but not anymore. I already lost my dignity what else is there to loss?
"I'M NOT YOURS. I would rather die
