The domineering and coercive energy emanating from him could be felt from hundreds of meters away.
She had disliked any physical contact with him since a few years ago. A month of nightmares and nearly a year of oppression had left her utterly exhausted. She had thought that if she stayed well-behaved, sensible, and acted as though she didn't care, he would relax his grip on her.
She was just a little rabbit.
Disguised as a Little Lamb.
However, no matter how much she compromised, how weak she acted, or how much she begged, his control and dominance over her never slackened by the slightest. It was like a rope, tightening around her more and more, tighter and tighter…
That rope was around her neck.
She gradually felt like she couldn't breathe, overpowered more by weakness than anything else.
The face of his, godlike in appearance, had become a deeply entrenched demon in her heart, one that she couldn't overcome.
