CHAPTER 47: Living Corpse

SARAH-

“Ah… I'm going crazy over you” Bar spoke while applying ointment on my wounds he caused. I was simply sitting like a dead with his shirt on. He made me wear it saying it’s cute while I couldn’t object him anymore.

He wasn’t leaving, many hours passed, I couldn’t sleep while he kept on thumping himself inside me forcefully for hours, he got tired and slept but cuffed his hand with mine in case I try to escape.

I couldn’t he kept the gun far away from my reach and I couldn’t move as he wrapped me in his arms. It wasn’t lovely, it was pathetic as I felt like I was a living corpse. I looked at my alarm and it was seven in the morning; he woke up surprisingly early and ordered his men to bring the first aid kit.

“I dug my fangs really deep, I'm sorry, is it hurting?” he spoke with a worried look and I felt nothing, I wanted to kill him, the way he was touching me thinking it’s love, it wasn’t, it was creeping me out. I was disgusted by his mere presence.

Bible wasn’t here, I do