Brutal

Ophelia’s POV

"You're taking too much time just to get rid of the clothes you have on," Ryan's thunderous voice resounded in my eyes as I slowly stepped out of my panties–the last of the articles of clothing that I had on.

Tears poured down my face endlessly like a waterfall as I stood stark bollock naked in front of him.

I was extremely foolish to believe Ryan when he told me he wouldn't brutally punish me. I thought the kiss we shared that day on his bedroom floor meant something.

But apparently, it turned out that I had merely deluded myself by thinking like that.

Ryan had no iota of humanity left in him, he was nothing but a heartless bastard who would never change no matter how much I tried to get closer to him.

A mixture of cold sweat and goosebumps covered my entire body as Ryan stood up from the throne chair, and eerily crept up behind me. I clasped my hands tighter as I held my breath in trepidation while silently awaiting his next line of action.

"Now, go lie on all fours o