Chapter one hundred and thirteen

Chapter one hundred and thirteen.

Nicholas's POV.

Nicholas's POV.

My breathing hitches as the pain from the metal cutlery sinks into my skin. Surprisingly enough, I wasn't supposed to feel the kind of pain that I am feeling, but Anastasia's suggestion that perhaps I was attacked with it made the pain sink in through every fiber of my body.

I watch as she slides down the wall, having fallen into a deep slumber, which I made her body react to. Then, staggering backwards, I scoff as my left hand comes to wrap around the metal, and then, without wasting time, I yank it out.

I gasp for air and shake my head in negativity towards myself. I throw the metal cutlery away, and then, once my stomach has healed, I run to the closet and choose to put on nothing but a white singlet and a very tight short that stops around my thighs.

Then, heading to the bathroom as quickly as I can, which is very fast, I cleanse my hands, and then, coming back to the room, I pick Anastasia up and lay her