Aoife gasped for breath, but Arthur wasn’t stopping. His grip was tightening with each passing second, and she felt herself slipping away. Arthur groaned, with tears pouring from his eyes. Aoife’s nails dug into his arms on her neck. Just when she was about to cross the borderline, a surge of adrenaline ran through her veins. She raised her leg and kneed him in his groin—so hard, she almost reciprocated his pain. Arthur let go of her neck as she fell on the floor, coughing. He held his dick, his face strained in pain, holding the desk for support. “Fuck!” Arthur cursed. He ran for Aoife, but she rolled to the side, watching as he hit the wall. She took a vase on the center table and smashed it on his head. A hole formed in his head as blood started oozing out of the hole. “You fucking slut! What have you done to me! I’m bleeding! I’m fucking bleeding!” He yelled, hands hovered above his head, trying to cover the wound as he fell on his knees. Disbelief was visible in his
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