#31

After a short time of jogging, Emily went to the part of the forest where she was trained to fight for a couple of days. There was a punching bag hanging on the big pine tree, which she thought could be helpful in order for her to forget the rejection she just had in the morning.

Sweat dripped on her face as she continued to punch the punching bag with all of her strength. In her mind, she was seeing it as Lucian, who needed to get punched and punished for hurting her feelings numerous times. The searing pain inside her chest was so intolerable that she was about to lose her mind. For every punch she released, she could feel as though her great mortification was slowly subsiding, yet the pain remained and haunted her.

She did not know why Lucian had to do that—fucked her at night, made her feel all those ecstatic emotions after getting marked, and would act like a total victim who got drugged in the morning. As far as she recalled, she was the one who was tipsy a