"Stop it, Precious! Stop it!!" Edgar roared and she only squeezed her eyes closed but didn't flinch as he expected her to. He took her to his room to mess with her but here she was messing with him.
"Stop it, Precious! You have no right to tell me how to live my life," Edgar, gripping her wrist tightly, said, which sounded more like a warning.
Precious, upon hearing his fierce voice, decided to look away from him after a few seconds as he'd have calmed down a little so he wouldn't attack her again.
After that moment had passed, she turned her head slowly his way and opened her eyes. She met his dark eyes and sighed. He seemed to be very furious this time.
His grasp around her wrist was throbbing but she had patiently waited for him to calm his mind before approaching him again. After another short moment, she voiced out.
"I'm sorry, Edgar. I really shouldn't have pushed it that far."
