Chapter 58: Save me

"You're a killer!" She took her chance and ran around his slightly hunched form, swinging open the room door.

She'd made her first blunder in his house. She bolted.

She got lost down a hallway and into another. She had forgotten about leaving the house. To avoid his wrath, she sprinted full force ahead, taking care not to collide with him after she had raised her hand on him.

Clutching his manhood was one thing; being slapped by a woman, let alone the woman he loved, was quite another. He wasn't upset. He wasn't bothered. He was enraged.

"Ahhhhh!" he screamed, growling as he clutched his cheek, unable to bear it.

"You are mine, Cassandra!" Anthony growled louder as he flew out the door. When Cassandra slapped him, his blood was pumping through his veins and his face was red from rage, but it didn't hurt him. He didn't feel anything. He knew what pain was, even if her slap was only a light tap compared to some of the beatings.

Anthony pursued after hearing Cassandra's footsteps. He felt compelled to teach her a lesson. He pursued her like a lion stalking his prey.

"Come out, Anastasia! Or should I call you Cassandra now that you know everything?"

Hearing her whimpers and seeing her running from him, his eyes darkened. Outrage. All he wanted was for her to fall in love with him.

He desired all of her love and kisses. He wished he could feel her lips on his, or any other part of his body for that matter. He desired for her to fall into his arms.

Leaping down the stairs after her, he noticed her at the front door, attempting to open it.

He slowed to a threatening walk, smirking to himself and exuding power. Cassandra belonged to him. She had to do what he said not only because she was his, but also because he had to protect her from Edward from taking her back. "After that accident 5 years ago, you're already mine Cassandra," Anthony said.

"Cassandra, my love," Anthony said dangerously, his eyes frightening her, "oh Cassandra, why do you run from me?"

"Leave me alone!" she yelled at him as she tried to open the door.

Anthony came to a halt and crossed his arms across his chest.

"Where are you going, honey? Don't you see it's just you and me alone in our house? You and I alone, to do whatever we please", Anthony said, in his deep voice.

"I hate you! Killer! Psycho!".

Flinging the door open, Cassandra thought she could get away, running out from him if she managed to get out of his house. But all the gates are locked.

"You are my little bird, will be trapped with me forever", Anthony cunningly whispered.

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"Why does she run from me, even when she realizes she can't escape?" he thought to himself. "She will have my children. We will be a family again. Me, her, my daughter Ana, and our little buddy Eddie. I already did it, and I will make it happen again."

Anthony couldn't stop himself from thinking as he walked towards her, who was now silently sobbing a few meters away. He had watched her run around their house, looking for a way out, but she had failed because Anthony had locked all the doors and all the exit doors.

His heart was broken. His rage had subsided. It had never felt this warm for anyone before his wife, Anastasia, his daughter's real mother, died. He used his deceased wife's identity for Cassandra, but it's no longer necessary because she already knows the truth thanks to Aling Soling.

His life's love was trembling slightly. Even when she wasn't, he thought she was the most beautiful woman on the planet. Her beautiful body was highlighted by the moonlight streaming through their window. Her toned stomach and the curve of her chest. Her thighs' thickness, right down to her slender feet. And her expression.

He was taken aback as Her big doe-like eyes stared out of nowhere, hoping for a way out.

Anthony could tell she was upset, but fear overcame her anguish.

Anthony approached her slowly and took Cassandra into his arms, holding her close. Even though her hands were fisted, she made no move to fight. He frowned as he firmly grasped one of her arms. His finger-sized bruises left scars on her skin, similar to the scars on his body. He'd physically harmed her. If her wrists were as purple as he suspected, he dreaded the state of her back.

While carrying her to their room, he noticed his shirt starting to soak. She was crying once again.

She was already in their room when he walked up the stairs and placed her on the couch near the balcony doors.

"Please let me go; I'm not your wife in the first place," Cassandra said, sobbing.

As he heard her cracked voice whisper, "Why did you take me away from everything?" her throat was sore from crying.

She scrambled back on the couch and brought her legs up to her chin as Anthony approached. She screamed as she saw him raise his hand, expecting him to hit her as she had.

"I don't want to hurt you, honey," Anthony said, "so please stop resisting and listen to me."

"You've already hurt me, Anthony; why don't you accept that I will never be yours? You are crazy and terrifying; I don't want to be with you! I know Edward will come looking for me soon!"

"Let's see if he can make it alive here," he whispered.

She hopped off the arm of the couch, moving backward as slowly as she could. She became enraged as she nodded her head from left to right.

"Don't ever hurt him! I'm not going to stay with you! You're insane! You can't just take someone away from their life!"

"Honey"

"Do not address me as such! I'm going to get away from you!"

"Don't test my patience, Cassandra!" Anthony rushed over to Cassandra and said, "Behave, honey, while I can keep my emotions under control!" he said quietly as he greeted his teeth.

Nothing could have prepared him for what happened next, as he stroked his nose against her cheek.

Her back hit the soft bed behind her before she could blink. As she attempted to rise from her fall, his hand pinned hers above her head, and Anthony's knees pinned down her legs. She couldn't get up.

She could feel him. His entire body was pressed up against her. Every hard muscle pressed up against her. What terrified her, however, was the tiny trail of kisses Anthony left from the top of her neck to her shoulder blade, as she was disgusted by his kisses and touch.

"I miss your body; I want to f*ck you until you've forgotten everything and beg for more."

Cassandra's tears began to fall once more, and she silently prayed, hoping someone would save her from Anthony.