(The contents of this chapter can be disturbing for sensitive readers. Discretion is advised.)
Seeing Doran's volatile behaviour Skyla had concluded that he could explode any moment. If he would hit her anywhere other than her face, she could end up hurting or worse losing her baby. She needed to play along for the sake of her child.
He had shifted her to the bed from the chair and had tied her arms and one leg with chains so she wouldn't escape. She checked and the chains were pretty strong, no way she would be able to break them.
She glanced around and there was a table exactly opposite to the bed and her framed picture rested atop.
Why did he keep it right opposite the bed where he did all kinds of sinful deeds? The thought repulsed her.
From the chair, she had been unable to see it but now from the bed, she had a direct view of her picture. It felt so wrong and creepy.
