Abigail Summer knew it was him, ready to curse him out, but the fiery breath was already firmly enveloping her, her eyes wide open as she struggled furiously, beating and thrashing like a madwoman.
Kevin Cliff was already somewhat out of his senses.
"... Kevin Cliff, let go of me!" Abigail Summer's palm struck his face.
Kevin Cliff was stunned for a few seconds, looking at her for a few more seconds, his dark pupils becoming even more bloodshot as he pressed down on her hands.
"Charlotte, I don't want anyone else, just you... I only want you..."
As he invaded her, Abigail Summer heard him whisper this sentence in her ear. She didn't have time to ponder his words; she only felt hate, hating why he would do this to her, especially outside—what was the difference from rape?
The sudden catastrophe ended just when Abigail Summer felt she couldn't take it anymore.
Kevin Cliff was completely sober now, trembling as he pulled her into his embrace.
