Chapter One Hundred Sixty Three

Emily.

The past three hours of Ian being here has been hell for me. My throat felt sore, my arms felt sore and painful and I couldn’t even fucking leave the bed because I was feeling damn sore between my thighs. Yes, the bastard decided to force himself on me when he was angry, and no matter how I pleaded he didn’t stop. He went ahead with what he had in mind until he was satisfied.

Here I am lying on the bed with just the sheet covering me while the bastard is sitting at the edge of the bed smoking cigarettes. That must be his fifth, no eighth cigarettes.

“You really aren’t going to say anything huh?” His voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

He was still at this again, trying to force out information from me that I did not know about. I had no idea where the child was and I didn’t even want to know where he was or even if he was alive. I wanted everything that has to do with Ian dead and himself included.

“I asked you for just something simple Emily and I expected a simple answer