After crying my heart out, I walked out and saw Christian sitting on the bed rubbing his temples. At this time, I felt immense loathe and abhor for him.
“Christian.”
I stood in front of him and gave him a detestable look. My heart skipped a beat just thinking about the consequences of my words.
“Sophie, I am sorry.”
Mentally preparing myself for the worst, I said with venom.
"Do you remember, the day Eugene woke up, I said I wanted to talk to you?" He looked up at me as he narrowed his eyes at me.
"You know what I wanted to say?" I said as a tear fell from my eye.
He kept looking at me with his distress eyes as I said that staring deep into his murk eyes with resentment,
"I want liberation. An eternal reprieve from this hell." I snarled as it took him some seconds to register what I was saying.
Once, he comprehends my words, his eyes widened as he stood up and it felt like the intimidation which was hidden for the past weeks burst out with much force.
“What?”
