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etian plaster walls provide a subtle contrast, while the dark wood trim adds depth and warmth

nd in sync with the beat of my heart, descending to

of the next few hours will determine my final decisio

don't mind reducing this world to ashes for her. I would go on and on until my f

y ears. I turn my head this way and that to get rid of the kinks in m

lock onto the captive woman. Her brunette hair

oking, purple bruise mars the left side of her cheek. Her clothes are ruffle

me. Such a vicious lady. The type I lo

ets mine. My chest burns hot with impatience t

meone with so much vibrance coiled into her shell u

age to the bac

nding to her right. He complies, ripping o

sh with a murderous rage. She struggles against

ells followed by a slew of sailor curses and a series of threats tumbling out whi

mug smirk. I'm amused by how someone so sm

husband would feel your pain in h

th the deliberate pace of a predator. Her anger

colo?" My voice

t isn't my face and I know right the

ou anything unti

und it. She struggles against my grip, but her efforts are feeble against it. I drag

I repeat, my voice drop

eet mine. They're burning with rigid stubbornne

le darkly. "But I h

through her eyes how badly she wa

ss, cowardly piece of trash!" She fires. Her entire body

k. I give her a smile to show how unfazed I am. "A

n a pathetic attempt at freeing herself from

e! He's ten times the human tha

f laughter between my men and I.

mised, I ha

I?" Her expression cracks for a brief mom

m in her words. "Take me back from wh

r my head so that our faces ar

warn, "Where is yo

ly, she spits into my eyes. Moment

leaves her lips. She rears her head back and slams it forward

my head. Her headbutt is vicious. I ca

ar my vision and ease the pain. My fingers f

thi

rapping my fingers around her thin

re I give out orders. She yelps out in pain an

rops

e of her face. I catch the movement of her tongue as it p

he curls her lips up in a devilish grin wh

sight of fear is unmista

ce a hold on her chin, refusing to be gentle and giv

is m

ng to form on her forehea

fierce." I manage i

ld tightens so hard that she winces. "Don't bothe

rn resoluteness remains on that face. "And you can never

et's see what my men have to say about that. I'll know if you'll r

reen eyes but it's too late. Sh

qerrë!" She cur

my bruised face. Call me a crazy motherfucker