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“Please give me permission to depart! Aren’t you a little ashamed of your forefathers and foremothers? If this is the case, you’ll bring me back to life and drag me here. I’ll stay with them till you go back to the house.” After coming to a stop at the resort’s most popular area, I screamed at Remon, who was putting his hands close to his forehead, as if experiencing some type of serious difficulties, which he was not.
I will discuss it in further detail if you come with me. I moved my hand away from his in case he grabbed for it, and I took a step back from him as well.
“Do not be obstinate; I do not want to have to repeat what you’re saying to the depths of my being if you continue to be so. You’ve just ruined all I’ve worked so hard to achieve. That’s more than enough.” Put a stop at this immediately." Me not bothering to wait for his reaction meant that I could flee the situation without a second thought.
When I got a little farther away from the house, I pulled over to the side of the road and quickly wiped away the tears that had been holding back my emotions.
Every time Remon assaults and destroys my life, no matter how many times he shows to me that I have no animosity toward him, I have no clue how many times I have fled.
“You’re attempting to run away from me, right? I told you I wouldn’t stop until you were totally destroyed!” No words came out of my mouth; instead, I merely shook my head and started walking away.
I was fully anticipating that my conflict with him would be resolved by the time I left Makati, and I was correct in my assumption. The source of the appearance that it is gaining weight at an alarming rate has yet to be determined “Please, Yhra, come back to this place! “I’m speaking directly to you!” says the narrator.
He challenged me, but I resisted and ended up losing since he had such a strong hold on me, I couldn’t get away.
Is everything in working order? If you are unable to do anything worthwhile with your life, please stop reading. “When you didn’t come up, my life was tranquil, and you are the ones who screwed up your own life, not me!” “You and your problems have absolutely nothing to do with me or your life!” As he dragged me away from the house and towards the cottage, I shouted in protest.
As he threw me on the bed and closed the door behind me, I felt a bit uneasy about the situation. It’s embarrassing to have a face like this, Yahra, and I’m not going to stop until I’m completely satisfied with the outcome."
He moved, and my gaze was riveted on his face and my hands, which were sweaty and restless. The rattling of his belt made an excessively loud noise as he moved, and I couldn’t look away.
“W-what are you going to do to me again?” “W-what are you going to do to me again?” “W-what are you going to do to me again?” “W-what are you going to do to me again?” To which I shouted and stepped closer to the front door as he lifted me up with one hand, flung me back on the bed, and repeated the act over and over.
In the narration, the narrator states, “You are not permitted to leave this four-corner room until I have finished with you.” I shook my head in a wobbly motion to demonstrate. I didn’t agree with what he was attempting to do in this situation.
That he previously chased my character away from a scene is enough to put me off. I recognize that I am simply penniless, but I have the decency to cope with the situation as best I can. The life of someone for whom I am responsible is in my hands. I don’t want my life to be damaged as a result of his impoliteness.
“Get rid of me!” screams the narrator at one point. When he first approached me, he grabbed my hand and put handcuffs on it before going away. A stream of perspiration was dripping from my forehead, and I felt as if I was on the edge of fainting out at this moment.
The majority of my body is paralyzed, but it continues to struggle and strive to remove itself from him, who is clinging to my flesh and blood like a vice.
However, it looks like with each outburst of rage and each time I plead, he is pressuring me to do more while inflicting much more pain on me.
Please take mercy on me; you’re nothing more than a pig in comparison to me. “Don’t make the same mistake I did,” says the author. The anger in my heart weighed heavily on me as I pledged, and I attempted to convince myself that he would have mercy on me.
Whatever you desire, yhra, you can count on me. I had forewarned you about this. The consequences of failing to adhere to my directions are as follows: His remarks made me even more bewildered, and his hand reached for my shorts, which steadily slid to the ground until I had lost all control when he placed iron between my two feet, which was the final straw. I was speechless.
Remember that anything you have is mine, and that you have no right to keep it. He wept for a long period of time before finally pulling his pants and shirt from underneath him. Despite the fact that I couldn’t stop crying every time the cloth dropped to the floor and he approached me, he treated me as if I were a wild beast who would never be prevented from doing what he wanted.
“Could you please explain what you’ve done to me?” I ask. “What in the world have you done to me?” When his lips came close to my ear, he made a murmured promise that he afterwards realized he had made a mistake.
My reaction, despite the fact that I thought it was illogical, was to shake my head and try to protect my neck from being squeezed, even though I knew it wouldn’t work since the space was too tiny for me to get away from him at this time.
Keep it together, don’t be silly. Whatever it is that you want to happen, don’t continue on your current path. I promise you that I will never show you anything else in your lifetime. Despite my pleadings, she adds, “Please have compassion on me,” in a tone laced with scorn. When I urge her to reconsider, she says, “No, I will do whatever I want to you.” crying and pleading with me to let you go isn’t going to get you anywhere any longer."
He slowly unbuttoned my blouse while maintaining his tight gaze on the inside of my rib cage. He was a little too close for comfort. Because of the intense intensity of his look, every caress of his gaze made me feel like I was going to burn from the heat I felt as a result of it.
“What a piece of garbage!” exclaims the author. He shook and swore to take my top off and tear through my clothes while I wailed in agony since he had died just a few minutes before.
He gently rubbed the back of my bra with his index finger and complimented me on how well I did it, as if it were something I had learned as a youngster.
« At this point, we’ll go ahead and move on to the next section.» It seemed as if he were taking his time, lowering my insides in a hilarious and methodical manner while looking right into my eyes.
“Remon!” I shouted once again and attempted to leave, despite the fact that it looked there was no way I could get away from his strong and brutal hold at this time.
“Remember how I promised you that I would not let you go until I was entirely happy with you?” When he tightened his grip on my cheeks and brought me closer to him, he locked his gaze on me, creating a sharp ache in my neck in the process.
How long do you intend to continue to be a source of irritation to me? Because of your inability to grasp what I was saying, you will never be permitted to leave this institution again!" He jerked me back to my resting position with force, shredding my insides and elevating my thigh in the process, and I was unconscious for a long time.
Yahra, you have such a pleasant flavor to you that it is hard not to like you. I’m not sure if you’re simply trying to get away from me, or if you’re expecting to get fucked as well, given that you’re dripping wet. In the words of the man who raped you, “Saka maharang umangat papuntas sa labi ko at inulan ng hot and passionate kiss,” he adds, “because you’re such a hot and passionate kiss.”
It doesn’t matter how enraged you are; his caress is deceitful; no matter how enraged you are, his caress looks to eradicate all the fear and fury you are currently experiencing.
When he proceeded, a smug grin appeared on his lips as he said, “You can’t deny that you also enjoy the way I touch you, and at the end of the day, you moan my name every time I thrust.”
I’m not sorry because it appears that you are enjoying it as well.
A person who did not have a heart, on the other hand, could no longer be driven by my conscience.
