Chapter 113. A Hate with Possession

He wanted to cut her body into pieces and feed them to eagles. He wanted to crucify her. Burn her alive. Words were not enough to describe what he felt for her in that moment. There was this burning inferno in his heart, and he knew it wouldn’t quench easily. It needed blood. It needed more than just tears. Blood. A bloodbath. His anger knew no bounds.

“I had always made it clear to you never to betray me,” he muttered after finishing his torture on her face, his hold tightening remarkably, pain etching onto her face.

Her heart was beating fast. She was feeling severe pain in her scalp as well as on her face. Her hands immediately moved toward his, trying to pry them off her head, but he pushed her head backward, arching her chest.

“Ple...ase lea...ve me!” she begged, still clawing at his hands. “Leave me. Please! Please!” She was crying out. She had never been treated the way he was treating her now—in an animalistic an