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.

hour

screaming and the excellent soundproofing meant that no one outside could hear her cries for help. Far from attracting rescue, her screams

became even more violent.

bed and tossed her onto it. Euphoric in his delirium, he was oblivious to who she was; he only recognized that she was a girl, and

and dragged 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

his forehead. Michael paused as if time slowed,

flung the ashtray from her hand as if it

pain, she

the room, fleeing the hotel at full speed.