Cherish Turner was stunned, completely unable to move under his restraint. Her shocked gaze suddenly lost focus, but the flickering memory fragments in her mind tortured her to the brink of insanity.
She saw a tall figure looming over her in a dim room; she couldn't see his face but couldn't resist his attack no matter what.
The burning heat scorched her, and her fuzzy mind was completely out of control. She could only endure - endure this man's endless plundering of herself.
Suddenly, as if possessed, Cherish pushed William Griffith away forcefully!
With a crisp "slap," Cherish struck William's face with a force that made her tremble.
Cherish was the first person who dared to hit him like this!
"Do you know what you are doing?" He squeezed these words out through gritted teeth, his eyes dark as ink.
"Don't...don't do this to me..." She trembled all over, her eyes vacant as if caught in a nightmare, completely unlike herself just moments ago.
"Cherish Turner?"
