A Bride For The CEO
f restrained by shackles that he
wasn't what scared her, it was the fact that she couldn't move and another
knew another pair awaits. She could hear the heavy footsteps that approach
? She t
trocity have t
had an abnormal weight of pride, she
it have
ng and stinging the still protruded skin. It
ad been. She was now sorry she hadn't given in and she was even sorr
her, just as they had been that night and now since she could clearly
rture, then kill her. That was what the whips and the knives wer
how she w
completely
nted and redeem
ried like she had pro
t even lost h
ld she jus
living out her life. She was just 22 after all, she had so muc
oticed him stepping closer. His steps were large and steady and
ce, but despite that, she still felt
ed her chin, forcing her to look into his dark, empty eyes.
her submit. You see those whips." He gestured to his t
ed to spicily ask him what, but her fear
he was scared, he could tell, yet that wouldn't stop him from finishin
s- That's all you have to say and all this torture will stop then maybe we'll get to the good part." He grabbed a kni
Lexie knew it too. He'd kill her... consideri
ed under her breast, Lex
ng whatever she had to say hard. "I... I...I." The words were stuck in her throat, But when the knife slowly ran down h
long predicted would come. But surprisingly, that pain
his lips as his fingers dipped down her neck then drew lines along her jaw. "You c
g out a silver key. He used it to unlock her shackles and immediatel
tenuousness, she put up a fight, struggling to
when a voluptuous and beautiful woman held on to stubbornness and it was even more alluring when th
ew she was hungry, she hadn't eaten a thing since she passed out yesterday
a minute. She was scared of him, he had the potential to get rid of her at any time convenient
laced on a wooden chair and a plate consisting of two w
tremor running down her spine w
stead, she looked down at her nakedness and said.
p, forcing her face up and her gaze once again met his co
till, she held onto her degrading pride. "I won't eat, there's food at my house. My mother
table and her eyes rose to
more fear in her already quivering heart. It was
appeared on his lips. "I never asked if your mom cooked or not, in fact,
r to her and immediately her shak
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er own good, but that's how a girl should b