Or that he killed his sister. The words echoed in Marianne’s head repeatedly that she could swear that her mind was trying hard to digest what the woman said. She was his mother. Marianne became puzzled as to why she would say something like that. It is true that she is aware of Ezekiel's capability to end someone's life, but to kill his own sister... She paused her thoughts when a familiar scene played in her eyes. And then came a taunting voice. You saw what he did to his own biological father, so what difference does it make between a father and sister? Mrs. Quinn’s lips materialized a dirty grin smirk, “He killed her, his soil his hands with her blood and his doing the same with his father, what kind of psychopath refuses to allow his father undergo a surgery that would save his life.” Ezekiel, the name chanted in her head. In a sudden gesture, Mrs. Quinns reached out and gently grasped Marianne's hands, causing the startled girl to look at her with a mix of wariness and long

Staring at her reflecting face in the mirror, she slowly combed her hair, her eyes hooding with dark circles, puffing with redness, signifying that she didn’t have a wink of sleep throughout the entire night. With a gentle motion, Marianne placed the brush down and found herself unable to tear her eyes away from her own face. No expression ran on her face, but her eyes dripped in dullness and void from life, just like every morning she woke up in that room, in his house. She thought that coming back home would relief her heart, will take down all the weight hanging in her chest, but everything just felt the same probably worst. Her eyes trembled, forcing herself to smile at the mirror. Marianne walked out with a blue jeans and white top, her hair tied in a ponytail over a cap, and she hugged her little bag, when she sighted her mother, packing the untouched food from last night. Since she didn't want to engage in any early morning arguments with anyone, her intention was to le

Her screams echoed loudly, only to be trapped with the roaring noise booming in the bar. Tears stained her face and fear apprehended her entire being, her breathing harsh. Ezekiel kept his fingers inside of her, feeling the warmness brewing from her sweet hole. He couldn’t understand the reason why he was suddenly attracted to her when there was nothing special about her. She was just like any ordinary Italian girls which he had fucked. Jerry piled out a little laughter. “hehe, I see Mr. Quinns is really interested in her. Why don’t you take one of the upstairs room?” He grin. Beth made an attempt at controlling her tears and her body tried clambering down from the sin of the man’s fingers. Her teary eyes snapped at Ezekiel’s voice, which were based on her eyes, making her breathing reach the sky. He fixed his eyes on her face before reaching that of Jerry’s. He worded. “Take her to my room, get her tied up. I think I will be playing with this one a little.” “Yes, yes, of cour