Ye Lu had never seen him behave so wildly before. She couldn't see his face, but she could feel a violent and heavy sense of pain emanating from him. It was terrifying her.
He completely ignored her fearful emotions. His rough palm moved over her, she was powerless to resist as she watched him peel off her clothes one by one.
He quickly pressed her onto the soft bed, leaving Ye Lu momentarily stunned.
Whenever he did this in the past, he would either engage in a great deal of foreplay or taunt and mock her with words. But tonight, he was silent and both somber and frenzied.
Ye Lu was breathing rapidly, her face pale as she stared at the ceiling.
The scene reminded her of her first forced night with him. His madness would subject her to endless torment. She dreaded the pain, his brutality, his relentless torture throughout the night!
But what filled her heart more was anger. Why did he always vent his anger at her? Was she just a tool for him to vent his anger with?
