Chapter 43. My heart hurts

It was a moment of pain which felt like decades of torture and regrets. I was definitely going to murder both Gladimir and Max or Mark, whatever was his name. I hated and cursed every bit of that moment.

I begged him to stop but my pleas fell on deaf ears, as he was already lost in the act. I begged him with all that I had left in me, I begged him to stop, but he didn't give a damn, he continued hitting. And just when he was about to release, he quickly withdrew and asked me to open my mouth.

I wasn't going to do that for him and no one else in this world. So I ignored him. He looked pressed, as he forcefully pressed my mouth open but I fought and keep it shut until suddenly I felt this warm viscous liquid dripping on my face. I quickly closed my eyes but a few drops leapt in already. I wanted to scream but there was no way I was going to open my mouth and let that thing rolling down my face, get into my mouth.

Wrath was an understatement to explain how I felt. He smiled at me as he