Susan's POV “You can't run, Susan. You're dead already. I'd derive pleasure in strangling you to death,” he threatened me and managed to stand up from the bed. Finally, the door opened in my favour after several failed attempts. On the verge of escaping, Paul pounced on me and pulled me back. I tried to fight back, but he was too strong for me to handle. He grabbed me by the neck and restricted my airflow. “Die, you bitch! You don't deserve to stay alive,” “You could have easily given in to my demand. None of this will be happening,” He spat at my face and forcefully kissed me. “Please, let me go. I can't breathe. I don't want to die,” I find it difficult to speak. “I'm sorry. It was a mistake. I never wanted to hit you in the head,” I apologized. A mistake? Hell no! It was on purpose. I would hit him a thousand times again if the opportunity presented itself. However, in this case, I had to compromise. My life is on the line. I just had to cook up some lies to sa
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