Kayla laid on her side, gasping for air. Her hand squeezing the sheet hard as she struggled to resuscitate herself. He approached the nightstand and took the contraceptive from the drawer. Easing two capsules in his mouth, he tossed the medication bottle across the room, then sauntered back to the bed with dead slow and dominant steps. The look on his face, the gaze he placed on her — spelled out his dark intentions. Kayla sprung back to a conscious state, though a bit exhausted. The moment she felt his weight at the edge of the bed, fear surged through her as she swivelled her head down, only to see he’d moved near her legs already. Before she could make a dash, he seized her legs and wrenched her back on the bed, settling over her. He took her hands and locked them above her head with only one of his big, steely hand. She was left breathless under him, gazing into his flaming eyes that constantly heightened the fear within her. His warm breath brushed over her face as his face

No sooner had the registrar called Monica Smithfield’s case than Sophia waved at Kayla from the witness stand. Kayla's eyes found Sophia, then Sophia used bodily signs to ask if her mother would win. Kayla looked away without offering her any hope. Sophia discerned Kayla's act meant ‘whatever you see, take it’, so her face fell. From the moment Kayla stepped into the courtroom, the defendant, Alfred Seong-Hun, had fixed her with such death look she found offensive. The blackguard’s lewd and obviously spiteful stare beat at her comfort; bunt her mind into thoughts, not doubt she might flip her lid. She almost loured the instant she turned to the crowd and found Alfred's men all watching her like she was food. Except for Alfred's gaze which she found annoying, the atmosphere in the room was yet another problem. Threatening. Come to think of it… according to Monica's story about the groups of untrue beings, wasn't she supposed to expect a man ten-times older than Alfred Seong-Hun? She'

“Hey, sweetie, wake up.”The voice echoed distantly, gradually getting closer and clearer. Kayla's droopy eyelids flew open but pressed shut as the intense sunlight breaking through the bow windows stung her eyes. Whose hand was that tapping on her back? A frown of discomfort laced her face as she whimpered. Was her bed at Anthony’s house this strong and woody that it caused her head to ache?She perked up, reality dawning on her as she examined her surrounding. She was meant to be at Anthony's house, wasn't she? Turning to glance at June, who stood beside her to wonder how she came in, yesterday's memory waltzed in at full blast. The post-it, wait… she slept in! Shock took over her as she rushed into her bedroom. Hell no, no! Anthony wouldn't only kill her, she'd broken his rules too, and that might mean her freedom being laid aside.June walked her way to Kayla's bedroom, sitting herself on a sofa. Kayla was in a rush, June believed she was late for work. The guilt enfolding June wa

The alarm went on at six a.m. Kayla rather woke at eight.Kayla thought the pain would ease up by morning, but it seemed the pain ratcheted up the moment she awoke. Pushing through the suffering, she trudged to the kitchen to have breakfast. She expected to see Cutie as she went downstairs, but the dog was nowhere in sight. Anthony's house was always so quiet, not to mention it was in an isolated area.She made it to the kitchen only to get pissed at what she saw in the refrigerator. There was a plethora of tantalizing stuff in the fridge, nearly all of them taking her back to the days she always argued with Clinton for liking things she disliked. If not everything in the fridge matched Clinton's preference, this was exactly what Clinton's fridge looked like back in the day, especially as there wasn't chocolate in the fridge.Clinton was one rare child that loathed chocolate, meanwhile, she loved chocolate and had come to get some to placate herself that morning, only to encounter yet

Kayla took in the remarkable high-rise of Krypton organization building as their car drove into the premises, pulling in at the parking space. There had been much too development in KR main building and its premises, eye-popping developments, whereas the golden symbol of KR at the apex of the building remained the same.When they stepped out of the car, Anthony offered her the crook of his hand, and she hooked her arm with his as they walked hand in hand into the building. Kayla was anxious about being at KR anniversary, she hoped to survive the glares and put-downs of plenty of haters she knew would attend the anniversary.As they were walking through the entrance, Kayla's eyes stung with tears. She recalled the days when she walked into KR building hand in hand with Clinton. How free and delighted they used to be, their smiley faces, their giggles, the heaven in their hearts. She didn't for once think those days would be washed away and replaced with pain from her misdeeds. Looking