THE MALE HATER : CHAPTER 91 – 100
THE MALE HATER : CHAPTER 91 – 100
10PM, CARSON’S MANSON~EMORY’S ROOM*
The house is silent as everyone went to sleep already.
Emory licked her lips in her sleep, looking so peaceful and restful till she couldn’t feel her freedom anymore.
Is her hands supposed to be over her head?
Why is it like that? And why is her wrists restrained?
It reminded her of when Levi chained her to the tub at Forte, and her eyes flew open.
She gasped, and sweat broke in her brows when she saw her freedom really got robbed.
Her two hands are chained over her head, to the headboard, and the room smells like cinnamon.
“Levi you realize this is my house right?” She said, not trying to struggle since she’s already aware that it’s useless.
Levi is standing by her window, staring out the balcony with an apple on his lips.
He took a bite before looking back at her, and she gulped.
“What is it this time? Is it dangerous for me to go out again? As you can see I’m sleeping and I’m not going anywhere so untie me” She said softly.
His eyes were devoid of softness as he began walking slowly to her bed
He sat beside her, taking another full bite from the apple.
His lips became so wetly red, and she didn’t know when she licked her own lips, moving her wrists slightly so the chains clanged.
He brought his right hand to her ear, rubbing the shell while she pressed herself to the mattress at the tickle.
She has three piercings on her ear, and he touched everything, looking at her like his property, his own.
“They meant nothing? I dare you to say that again” he said.
“Who chains a girl up if not a toxic abnormal man?” She replied, her palms sweaty.
“I tossed a dare. Tell me the kisses didn’t make your little pu$$y wet and tell me you don’t want more” he replied, dropping the apple.
“Stop talking dirty!” She moved.
“Then drop the attitude, or I’ll fûck it out of you here” he replied, and her eyes widened.
“Are you…are you gonna rape me?”
He kept quiet, noticing the fear in her eyes at the mention of RAPE.
“Don’t… Please… Don’t do it” she muttered.
His expression fell.
“Don’t rape me” her eyes went shut, and she felt hotness behind her closed lids as she remembered that night.
How uncle Fred was slamming his monstrous pènis inside her without stop and how she was begging him to stop.
How blood filled the kitchen…her blood…
“Please… please don’t!” She started crying, struggling to move.
“What the hell Emory” Levi held her face.
“Please don’t do it!!!” She cried out again.
Levi unlocked the chains, holding her in place, but she kept struggling.
“No don’t…don’t touch me… please please… Please!!!” She shouted, getting more violent.
She hurt him with her nails and bit his skin countlessly with her teeth, but he kept pulling her despite the fight, trying to get her back.
“Noah!” He called sharply, and her struggling reduced as tears poured out of her tightly closed eyes.
“Who am I?” He asked.
“Uncle…unvly Fred” she stuttered, and blood filled in Levi’s eyes immediately.
What the… Shit!
“Fûck” He stood, letting her go.
He jumped down the balcony, leaving the house and mounting his bike.
Now it’s starting to come together…
Why she hates males, why she gets nightmares, why throws up at any sudden contact, why her voice isn’t loud no matter how hard she screams.
Gawd damnit…
He should have deducted it, he should have known..
He should have fuçking known.
His body was shaking with rage till he got to the casino and stormed in, meeting Master X at the office.
He’s sitting at his desk expressionlessly.
“Who’s Fred?” He questioned.
THE MALE HATER : CHAPTER 91 – 100
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