Chapter 147- Are you that Sex Starved?
Beatrice POV
And then, it happened.
He grabbed my arm—rough, painful—and slammed the door shut with his other hand.
Before I could scream, he shoved me backward.
I crashed onto the chair, my head hitting the pillow hard. Pain exploded through my skull.
"Ahhh!" I cried out. My head was ringing.
I clutched the side of the chair, breath heavy, but he didn't care.
He stood over me.
Smiling.
"You like it, right?" he asked. "You like how it feels, don't you?"
"You bitch… you like it, right?"
I didn't answer him.
I couldn't.
My heart was pounding too fast. I was scared. But I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of begging.
He leaned closer, and I turned my head away. I couldn't look at him. I didn't want to look at him.
I shut my eyes tight.
Maybe if I kept them closed, he'd disappear. Maybe if I just stayed still, I'd wake up in a different life—one where I wasn't stuck in hell with this monster.
I felt his hot breath on my face.
