Thera didn't care what he said, so she didn't respond to him, just sniffed.
He dipped a little medicine in his finger and was about to smear it on her cheek, but she suddenly turned her face to one side. Cyril squeezed her chin and his fingers were as strong as pliers.
"If you don't obey me, I will punish you." He threatened her.
Punishment? Did he want to continue beating her? She was not afraid! The more he threatened her, the more she rebelled, she would not let him put the medicine on her face.
Cyril saw such a stubborn girl for the first time. Especially when she stared at him, her eyes were like twinkling stars in the sky.
"If you don't obey me, I will punish you!" He warned her again. He showed the same smile every time he wanted to have sex with her, rubbing his fingers against her red lips.
Thera clenched her fist and didn't move again. She certainly knew what Cyril meant by "punishment". He dabbed a little ointment on her face. Her face was tingling, and she frowned.
Cyril stared at her and asked, "Does it hurt?" She neither spoke nor looked at him. Of course it hurt, but luckily she could bear it. What she couldn't accept was that he had insulted her by beating her at will.
For such a proud girl as her, this was a great shame! Cyril looked at her swollen cheeks, and identify with her.
He rarely said gently, "I have warned you not to provoke me."
She didn't respond.
"Since I hit you, I can meet your request."
She still hadn't responded.
"Tell me, what do you want to do?"
"Let me go." Thera blurted out.
"Don't even think about it!"
She sneered: "You said you could meet my requirement."
"I can show you around my yacht."
"No interest."
"Didn't you say you have never seen a yacht?" he said proudly. "You are not satisfied with this requirement?"
"It's weird to be satisfied. Only when I leave ..."
"You will be satisfied!" He interrupted Thera's words with self-righteous attitude.
He was conceited again! She was trembling with anger and stared at him with wide eyes. A slender hand slapped him in the face.
Thera would not fear of hitting him because of what rich childe he was. This slap exhausted her whole strength.
There was a loud crack.
Cyril clenched his fists and squeezed out most of the ointment. If someone else slapped him in the face, that reckless and unlucky person would probably had been taken away by his subordinates and would not survive.
"You slap me in the face, and now I slap you in the face, and we are clear."
Thera put her hand down which was numb and could hardly move. "Your face is really hard, like a stone." She shook her hands and tried to regain consciousness.
Cyril tried to hold down his anger and said, "Let me see. Is it painful?" Her hand was pulled over and her palm was red and swollen. Cyril also smeared medicine on her palm and kneaded it.
Thera couldn't understand. Was his face made of stone?
It was her who beat him, but it was also her who hurt her hand. Instead, he didn't hurt but had to smear her.
How ironic!
"Are you a stone man?"
"This is the result of your sneaking attack on me." He couldn't help laughing. "You deserve it."
She wanted to retort, but her hand hurt so much that she didn't want to talk.
"Do you want to visit the yacht?"
She wanted to refuse, but she thought again that if she took the yacht around the island, she might see other islands, the terrain of this sea area, or other ships.
In short, this was also a chance to survive, better than staying here and waiting for death.
Thera asked tentatively, "Is it just a visit? Can't you take me to the nearby sea?"