The Day Our Promise Breaks

"Bring Michael over," Charles demanded, his voice cold and edged with unrestrained fury. That man actually had the guts to drug Evelyn.

At the hotel, Michael, under the influence of the drug, had no patience for the bed and instead threw Sena onto the floor as soon as he dragged her into the room. He raised his hand without a moment's hesitation. "No!" As her screams filled the air, her clothing was torn apart.

Raised in luxury, proud and haughty, Sena could only ever imagine someone like Brooks being worthy of her. The notion of Michael touching her was intolerable.

"Let go of me!" She struggled violently, then swung and managed to slap Michael hard across the face. Caught off-guard, he staggered back. Sena seized the moment, and clawed at his face with her manicured fingers. This time, Michael grabbed her hand. His eyes were bloodshot, the look of a wild beast that had lost all reason. The more Sena fought, the more savage he became. He raised his hand again and slapped her repeatedly.

The slaps were ruthless, leaving Sena bleeding from the mouth, dazed and unable to resist as she lay on the floor.

a full hour at the

was hoarse from screaming and the excellent soundproofing meant that no one outside could hear

became even more violent.

she was; he only recognized that she was a girl,

her towards him, Sena tightened her grip on the ashtray. As he leaned in, she swung it hard at his head, the force of her blow fueled by deep leathing. At first, Michael didn't fall His eyes, as bloodshot as hers, glinted with

connected with his forehead. Michael paused as if time slowed, then his body swayed and he collapsed onto the bed, blood spurting from his

at the sight of blood, and she flung the ashtray from her hand as if it were scalding hot. Without lingering to assess Michael's condition, she stumbled off the

in pain, she scrambled

the hotel at full speed. It was only once she felt safe from that