Chapter 221
Chapter 221:
I wouldn’t blame him for betraying you, I thought. A monster like you deserved worse than betrayal. But I didn’t say it. I was too bruised to provoke more.
“If you knew the things he’s done to me, Lyric,” his hand slid across my exposed thigh. I recoiled and tried again to pull my leg away, but he wouldn’t let me. “If you knew how dark his mind was p>
He moved his hand upward, far too close to my intimate area.
“Please, stop p>
“…you’d understand why I detest him p>
He stopped a few inches away. I shivered and whimpered, more tears streaking my cheeks.
I was defenseless against this man. Right now, he could force himself on me and there wouldn’t be a thing I could do about it.
I prayed silently to the gods above. I could accept anything, but not being raped by a man.
My torn jeans still covered my intimate area, but there were rips all over my thighs where his claws had scratched me. And even if he wasn’t touching my bare skin, I hated how close his hand was. Plus, he could easily rip it off.
“Tell me, has he been in here?” he asked with a playful glint. “What did it feel like p>
I whimpered, willing his hand to go away.
His other hand lifted into the air and came across my face, hitting me hard. My head reeled. Fresh sobs broke free, my body already pushed past its limits.
He clicked his tongue. “You must’ve been a terrible student p>
“No,” I quivered, replying to his question. “We— we haven’t.” Except in my dreams.
“Hm.” He seemed disappointed. “So you mean my brother has been ignoring a good meal?” He tilted his head back, as if observing my full form. “You sure look like a good meal p>
I couldn’t meet his gaze anymore. Mine was too teary anyway.
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“Please, let me go. Please p>
I heard him chuckle. Next came his finger to my cheek, caressing. “I will. When I’m done with you p>
He stood up, going to the table in the corner of the room.
I lifted my head to look at him and realized my sight was getting limited. Oh, gods; my eye must already be swelling.
“Jaris and I used to love this drink,” he said as he returned to me with a glass of wine, from which he drank. “There were nights we’d spend hours drinking and laughing over the day’s activities. There were good times between us.” He chuckled as he took his seat and drank some more. “You know, back then, you couldn’t be friends with one of us without being a friend to the other. And an enemy of one was an enemy of the other. Our bond…” He tsked. “It was unbreakable p>
I tried to picture him being reasonable enough to be on good terms with Jaris. So what went wrong between them, enough for Jaris to imprison him?
“Did you know, there were times we even used to share our women p>