"BEG. BEG ME TO FORGIVE YOU."
I looked at him in horror while he stared at me with his dark eyes. I let my tears fall and closed my eyes.
I moved closer to him, looking down, and then glanced up, meeting his gaze with my teary eyes.
"I b...beg y...you, pl...ease, Rhys," I stuttered.
His stare turned blank before he said, "Kneel, butterfly, kneel before me."
I said nothing and glanced to the side where Ryan was. I couldn't see him, but I didn't want to imagine his state at that moment.
"EYES ON ME, MAYA," he shouted. I flinched before nodding at him. Slowly, I knelt down, looking at him.
He came closer, leaving only a small distance between us.
"I...I'm sorry, Rhys. Sorry," I said, crying. He smirked and crouched, sitting on his heels. His hands moved toward my face, gently placing them on my cheeks, his eyes scanning my face from top to bottom.
"Say it with me, butterfly," he said sternly, and I nodded.
"From now on," he said, and I repeated, "F...from n...ow on..."
"I won't go anywhere without telling you," Rhys said. A whimper escaped my mouth, but I repeated it.
"Forgive me for everything, Rhys," he said again, and I echoed him.
His hands left my cheeks. He stood up, and when I was about to rise...
"WHO GAVE YOU PERMISSION TO GET UP, MAYA?" he shouted, making me tremble in fear. I tightly closed my eyes and knelt before him again, looking down.
He pulled my hair harshly, making me look up. "Did you think I wouldn't know you lied about your address?" he said coldly as I cried.
The sun grew harsher, and I was sweating through my clothes. My tears had stopped, and I just stared at Rhys, who sat inside the car with the door open, his gaze unfazed as he looked at me.
He was merciless.
A few more minutes passed before he finally spoke.
"Get up, butterfly." This time, his voice was a little softer, but I ignored it. I quickly got up and ran towards the back of the car.
There was a rope, but no Ryan. He was nowhere to be seen. I heard Rhys laugh, which sent shivers through me. It was dark, so dark...
"HE WASN'T HERE FROM THE START, MAYA. BUT NOW YOU'VE MADE A HUGE MISTAKE. YOU RAN TOWARDS THAT BASTARD, LEAVING ME. SO STAY THERE UNTIL HE COMES TO TAKE YOU," he said loudly before starting the car with a roar. I widened my eyes and ran towards him.
"NO, PLEASE, RHYS, DON'T LEAVE ME HERE," I shouted, running behind the car. But who was I kidding? The car's speed was too fast. I dropped to the ground, crying again at my own stupidity.
After a few seconds, I got up, wiping my tears. My hands wrapped around my arms, providing a small comfort. I started walking in the direction Rhys car had gone. I was completely unfamiliar with the area.
I kept walking, passing the huge buildings one by one. I had my phone with me, a small keypad mobile. I wanted to call someone, but who? Dad or Mom? I couldn't call them, and besides them, I had no one. A small cry escaped my mouth again.
Then I heard a sound, the sound of his car.
"Rhys," his name left my mouth. I felt a little happy that he hadn't left me alone here. His car reached me and passed, leaving me confused. I quickly looked back, and the car was turning towards me again. I let out a sigh of relief when I realized he was just turning around.
When the car reached me, the window rolled down. I stared at Rhys with hopeful eyes, but he didn't spare me a glance, just looking straight ahead.
"Follow me," he said coldly, and I knew what he meant. I took a deep breath and nodded my head. I knew he didn't look at me, so I let out a small "okay."
He was driving the car at the slowest speed while I followed it silently. My face was sweaty, and my breaths were heavy.
After walking for five minutes, I was losing my strength. The sun was so hot, and my throat itched for water.
"Sit inside, butterfly," I heard his voice again, and a smile spread across my face. I quickly ran to his car and opened the door. I sat beside him, his stare still on the road. He didn't say anything after that, and neither did I.
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