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I tried shutting my legs but his weight made sure that I was unable to move. I looked at him with pure disgust and intentionally flinched while his knuckles traced my cheeks and then my lips. They traveled down unbuttoning my blouse. "Don't." I warned."If you do this, I swear I'll kill you once I became free." He gave me a sadistic grin while sweeping his hands under my bra and pulling it up to have a view at my nipples. Damn them. I could say that they are erected. He played with them recklessly while a disgusting groan escaped my mouth. "You don't dare, Alexander."

That sure is shady as f*ck. “I don’t believe a single bullsh*t that came out from your mouth, pretender. I may be an idiot but I can see through your sh*tty pretentious persona, my guy. Stop this nonsensical sh*thole before I bust your skull wide open you damned copycat.” I still locked my eyes into his movements, preparing myself if something goes ugly.

Marcus answered, his voice weak and bely more than a whisper. “Aw, what a sweet family reunion, it makes me sick.” Azazel spoke up. Daniel had forgotten he was even there, his only focus on his son. Azazel turned and snapped his fingers, as if from nowhere a lowly demon appeared with Azazel’s bag of torture devices, and a small table. Azazel quickly grabbed his bag and rolled it out on the table. The shiny chrome tools glowed orange from the reflection of a fire somewhere in the background. Slowly Azazel ran his fingers over the line of tools, trying to determine the best one that would inflict the most trauma. Finally his hand stopped on what appeared to be a very thin, short,flimsy blade.

The past experiences flooded her head making her boil in anger. She eyed all of them with the same hatred and disgust, the hungry men still came closer to quench their lust. Their footsteps sounds like the screams she heard back then in the Afterlife and it was very annoying. Without casting a spell, she just gestured her fingers and a heavy gust of wind came clearing them out of her sight, separating their parts from their body.

That bored look on his face was even more insulting. "You know what? You are a dick Dexter Black," she shouted in his face yet that infuriating look on his face never once lifted. As Anelia watched the scene unfold in her gaze. Sasha, as she had gathered was her name, was shouting some rather disturbing words, flailing her hands about as she went at it. Anelia watched him closely. She somehow hoped he'd be human a little and break. She'd prayed he would display a little bit of humanity and show this woman some sympathy at least.

“YOU are being unreasonable.” “STOP BOSSING ME AROUND!” She yelled. “I’M NOT BOSSING YOU AROUND. I DO NOT WANT YOU TO SUFFER ALONE, PENELOPE! NO! I’M NOT ALLOWING IT.” He hit the steering wheel. He was breathing rapidly.

"Ah! Stupid me. I thought I was different, I thought I was special, so it was all a facade. You couldn't even stand up for me. You were there the whole time Alex! You heard what your mom said, and what did you do? Nothing, absolutely nothing. You stood there saying mom stop, she is my girlfriend. You could not even support me or stop your mom from her bullshit so what were you expecting? For me to stand and watch as your mother treat me with scorn in a public place? Ah! Bite me."

And I can't say a word because of my nervousness. Fuck. ...(to be continued)