The grip on Cleo was so firm that the owner couldn't breathe. Her eyes bulged, begging for forgiveness. Darren grinned evilly, then said. "Beg me for forgiveness."
Cleo slapped Darren's arm, pleading to be released. Finally, the grip released, causing her body to slump to the floor. Her breath hitched, and her throat felt hot, inhaling the air like swallowing lava, so standing was impossible.
Darren approached, gripping the woman's jaw again. "How does it feel? Do you want to feel it again?" he asked with a savage grin.
Cleo didn't answer because she couldn't make a sound. Because just swallowing air was very painful.
"ANSWER ME, Bitch!" Darren snapped until his voice was deafening.
Darren's anger scared Cleo. She dragged her body far, but the man got closer and kicked her hard in the stomach. "SAY YOU'RE SCARED OF ME!"
Cleo nodded.
