Chapter 11. Punishments

His jaw tightened. He slowly crawled onto the bed closer to me. I wanted to kick him, but I was scared of the gun he was holding.

“Seth is so kind of you to do that to him! How did you do that to him—”

I fell silent as he pointed the gun and aimed it at my chest. His hand is already in my hair.

Silence and a sob escaped my lips. He closed his eyes tightly as he brought his face closer to mine and could feel his breath smelling of alcohol and cigarettes.

“You don’t know what you’re saying…” I shivered at his hoarse voice. I looked at him, confused.

He was too close. Every twitch of his lip hits my lip.

He pressed the gun to my chest so I could close my eyes too much.

“Aren’t you mine? You know that…”

“N-No—”

I was stopped when he centered the gun on my head.

“You try to tell Angelica.”

I stopped and just cried. His face dropped to my chest, which I inhaled.

He dropped a kiss on my neck and chest. I looked at her