Chapter Fifty two

She's in tears.

She is yelling.

She is injured.

Two days ago, she was crying, and I could hear it every minute. She is hurting and afraid. Every night, when she's experiencing nightmares, I hear her cry. Each day, my heart bleeds more. I can't resist her desire for me.

I brought her to my own island two days ago. She's safe here, but my rage reached new heights when I saw her. I'd like to murder him. She is in great pain and is unconscious as a result of him. The girl appeared so hurt and pallid. I sat next to her day and night, holding hands in the hopes that one day she would open her eyes and call me again. In the hopes that she might find solace in my arms, I want to embrace her.

"Mrs. Jessie tried to call you, sir. She is concerned for you." He gave me the phone and walked away.

"Oh my god, Ronald, what happened to you? You are being attacked by someone. Why don't you give me a call?" She's worried about me, as usual.

"It's not me at all." My voice was unpleasant and depressing.