“Andrew, you are a lunatic!” Tears fell like broken pearls from the corners of her eyes, soaking the front of her clothes, as she looked at the person in front of her and yelled.
“Yes, I am a lunatic, but you made me this way!” With a roar, Andrew kissed her almost predatorily. Cynthia turned her head, closed her eyes, and bit down.
“Hiss.” The smell of blood in his mouth collided with his brain. Looking at the huddled, tearful figure, Andrew suddenly lost the desire to continue.
“Disgusting.” Leaving these words behind, Andrew stormed out.
Cynthia clutched her chest, biting her lower lip tightly to prevent sobs from escaping her throat.
'Why? Why had it come to this? Just a few days ago, everything had been fine,' she thought.
Cynthia stumbled as she tried to get up, but a shar
