𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐑 ✓ | 18+

Chapter Thirty-One

Isabella

I couldn't breathe. Everything felt suffocating, overwhelming. Why would he do that? Why would he...

As I tried to make sense of my thoughts, an arm suddenly wrapped around my waist, and his scent hit me. I knew it was him.

"Let me go!" I yelled, my voice filled with anger and confusion.

But he didn't listen. He held me tightly, and I struggled, trying to elbow him, to fight him off with all my might. But I was weak, and I quickly gave up.

"Let me go, 'Oliver'" I said, using the name Emily used. If that was even his real name. I hadn't gotten a single symbol, a single letter. I had gotten nothing. But Emily... No, this wasn't her fault. She didn't know. If only I had told her. God, I am fucking so stupid!

"If I let you go, you better not run, Bella," he said calmly.

I scoffed. Fuck him. Fuck him!

He released his grip on my waist, allowing me to face him. I stared at him with disgust. I hated this man, this handsome, cruel person. I truly hated him. At first, I oddly didn't hate him for the things he did, but now all I felt was hatred. I hated this man, this monster!

"Is Oliver even your real name?" I asked, my voice filled with contempt.

"Yes, it is," he replied, keeping my gaze.

I turned away, ready to walk off, but he grabbed my wrist firmly. "Where are you going? Aren't you mad? Upset? Don't you want to hit something? Me or Emily?"

"I'm angry with you! not her! so Leave EMILY out of this, you sick fuck!" I screamed.

He laughed, as if this was all a joke to him.

"So you're not mad at her?" he asked, a hint of curiosity in his voice.

"She didn't know who you were to me," I stated, my voice trembling with emotion.

"Who I was to you? ..Isabella, who am I to you?" he asked, glaring at me.

"You're nothing. A nobody. You're a piece of shit, and I hate you! I fucking hate you!" I yelled in his face.

He stared at me, shocked. But why? This was what he wanted, wasn't it? He wanted my hate, and now he had it.

"Let me go!" I demanded.

"Hit me," he replied, his tone chilling.

I stared at him, shocked. I had never hit a person before, let alone a man.

"What?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

"Fucking hit me, Isabella. I thought I wanted your hate, but I don't. And right at this minute, I can see that you truly hate me, and it's killing me."

"No, I'm done with your games. I'm done with everything! Kill me or let me fucking be!" I screamed, trying to snatch my arm from his grip.

But he was too strong. He pulled me towards him, hugging me so tightly that it made me feel safe.

"No fuck you!, let me go!" I yelled, struggling against his embrace.