"I loved you, but you never gave me a third chance." His grip on my wrist got tighter.
"Let's talk this out." I'm scared of what will happen to me. I don't know what he's planning.
"You don't love me.." I whispered.
"LET'S TALK?! ARE YOU SURE?!" He shouts as he slaps me.
"YOU ONLY HAVE ONE OPTION, AND THAT IS TO COME BACK TO ME! IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK??!!" He yells as we both hear someone banging the door.
"Nai, open the door!" I hear my brother Corbyn outside.
His hand is no longer holding my wrist, but he wrap his hand around my neck, causing me to choke and blocking the air I need.
I grab his hand that was wrapped on my neck as he pin it to the wall.
"Imagine, you coming back to me." He happily say.
"Yo-you're obessed t-to me." I said
I knew he wouldn't like what I said, and I know for sure, I wasn't going to see another day tomorrow.
"I don't want to do this, Besson. But you leave me no choice." He whispers.
He unpins my hand along his other hand on my neck as he grabs my hair and drags me upstairs.
"Please! Stop!" I cry as we both reach to my room. He throws me to the bed as he closes the door.
I'm too weak to get up. I can't even try to scream for my brother to save me, even though he's downstairs banging the door.
"I've waited this for a long goddamn time, baby." He gives me his evil smile.
He comes closer to me as he set himself up.
He's going to kill me, is he?
"I'm going to fuck you 'til you say you love me."
Someone help.
