Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 12

As he brushed her hair aside with one hand, the marks he left the night before were exposed, marks she had tried to conceal. Rupert's fingertips gently traced over the marks, his voice cold and foreboding, "You can't just walk away after provoking me." He pressed a bit harder, his fingers slowly sliding down her neck.

And then, along her spine, inch by inch.

Sylvia bit her lip in humiliation, memories of the torment Rupert subjected her to in bed over the past eight years flooding back.

He was a businessman, a master of his own interests. He didn't love her, but that didn't stop him from controlling her, possessing her, like a personal possession. Not letting go, even without love.

At the thought of this, Sylvia's body shuddered uncontrollably, just like in her past life.

Rupert paused, his eyes swirling with dark currents, his interest fading instantly as he directly pushed her away.

Sylvia curled up, fighting back her fear.

Rupert rolled down the car window and lit a cigarette, taking his time smoking it. The blood-red ring on his finger glowed ominously in the night.

street lights, his gaze

of tobacco filled the car as Sylvia gradually settled herself down. She clutched her clothes

head back, exhaling a pale grey smoke, glancing at her sideways like

from

serpent's tongue

filled with love, tears rolling down from her freckle, a watery touch, the sight pitiful and

today, she actually

matter. He was no

chin, forcing her to look up at him, his fingers caressing her dry lips, the nearly finished cigarette inches

you should have known when you drugged me, we're far

change Rupert's mind. Instead, it would only provoke

fate turning once again.

...

Half an hour later.

outside his