Forbidden Love [BxB]

Chapter 15

As Parsa carried me out of the room, I took a quick peek inside worriedly, shocked to find that Amir and Matin were already removing Yousef's clothes with predatory haste, like a pair of ravenous wolves attacking their prey. I shuddered, a queasy feeling gripping my stomach as the haunting cry of Yousef echoed in my mind, his grunts and groans mingling with the sounds of him struggling as he desperately tried to fight back.

"Y-You need to stop this!" I cried out urgently, my voice filled with desperation as I pleaded for him to stop them.

However, my words fell on deaf ears as Parsa continued carrying me to the infirmary, seemingly unbothered by my pleas. Upon arriving, he dropped me onto the bed and firmly planted his palms beside my hips, his intense gaze locked onto mine.

I met his unwavering gaze with a simmering resentment building within me while I was sitting on the edge of the bed, my mind clouded by conflicting emotions. I grimaced, my teeth grinding together as frustration and distress overwhelmed me, tears streaming down my cheeks.

Parsa's warning cut through the air, his voice harsh and cold. "Stop crying," he said sternly as his eyes darkened.

As my heart filled with sorrow, a sob escaped my lips. "How... could you-Agh!" I managed to stutter before Parsa suddenly yanked my hair, ripping my head back forcefully.

His words cut through the air, razor-sharp with anger. "I SAID STOP CRYING!" Parsa hissed; his grip on my hair firm and unyielding.

My lips quivered in despair, and a fresh wave of tears streamed down my face, flowing incessantly now, triggered by Parsa's cold words and unrelenting grip.

Parsa warned me in a grim tone, his voice low and sinister. "I'll give you ten seconds to stop crying, or I will slap you for every single tear that falls from your eyes."

With a sharp pull, he swiftly retracted his hand and stood upright, his arms crossed over his broad chest, his gaze fixed on me. "Ten... Nine -"

Instinctively, I winced, a chill coursing through my body as I frantically wiped away my tears with the backs of my hands, desperate to keep them from falling. Despite my efforts, I struggled to prevent the tears from slipping out; my emotions overcame me as I succumbed to the dire situation. Damnit...

My body tensed up as Parsa's countdown reached its end; my eyes shut tight in fear as my final tear escaped from the corner of my left eye. His hand swiftly rose into the air and slapped my left cheek, sending a jolt through my body as it forcibly jerked me back. "Ugh!"

His voice rumbled with authority as he commanded, "Open your eyes and look at me." A shiver ran through my body as I complied, opening my eyes and meeting his gaze submissively. My left cheek throbbed with pain from his blow.

Parsa's question hung in the air, his demand stern and unwavering. "What was our deal, Ryan?"

My voice quivered with urgency and anxiety as I responded, my words barely a whisper. "I... I'll listen to you... in exchange for... h-helping me..."

Parsa's fierce gaze intensified as he raised an eyebrow in disappointment.

"And, what have you done?" he questioned, clearly displeased.

My fists tightened their grip on the sheets, and my gaze lowered as well, my voice trembling in response. "I... I haven't listened... to you..."

With a hint of indignation, I looked up at Parsa; my sense of justice ignited. "B-But... I couldn't let someone be r*ped in front of me!" My voice quickened as I passionately defended my stance.

Parsa tilted his head slightly, as if unable to grasp the meaning behind my words. "Are you growing fond of Yousef?"

I frowned in response, my frustration clear. "What?! Why would I like someone who bullied me?" I retorted, my disbelief evident in my tone.