Chapter 12

Monica's pov

*Exile*

As he got closer to me, I tried to resist him, but he was too strong for me; I could not hold him for long.

Without second thoughts, he grabbed me so tight that I was becoming weak and running out of strength.

Slash!

As fast as I could, I gave him a very mighty slap across his face and immediately ran away from his grab. His men were in awe, and they chased me heavily this time around.

And I could not escape again; their leader came and squatted down beside me and massaged his broken face.

He looks at me as if he were going to strangle me to death in a very fast way. He takes out his hand and rubs it across his face, looking at the blood dripping from his hands.

I had given him a very mighty blow, and it was the one that actually gave him a mighty wound.

"You little rat," he spat out, "look at what you have done."

His eyes became wide, and his anger was rising on every level that I could never imagine.

He could think of killing me with this type of anger again, bu