Joanna flinched at the cruelty of his words, her eyes welling up with tears as she tried to maintain her composure.
"Please, Miguel," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I'm sorry for what I did. I won't do it again."
Miguel laughed, a harsh and mocking sound that echoed in the room. "You think I care about your apologies?" he asked, his grip on her hair tightening. "You're going to pay for your mistake, and you're going to pay dearly."
He pulled her to her feet, dragging her towards the bed.
He threw her down onto the bed, her body bouncing against the soft mattress. Joanna let out a small whimper of pain, her arms instinctively moving to cover herself.
But Miguel was not interested in her modesty. He grabbed her arms, pinning them above her head as he climbed on top of her, his weight pressing down on her body.
"Now you're going to learn what happens to people who cross me," he said, his voice dripping with menace.
