Page 37 of His Hell Girl

"Well," I start, a sweet look on my face as I slowly bat my lashes at him, "I certainly wouldn't know what to do with yours." I move ever so slightly toward him, my hands on his shoulders as I pat him lightly.

He frowns, not realizing what I mean, at least not until my knee makes contact with said dick. He winces in pain, bending forward, his eyes shooting daggers at me.

"Since you should probably buy a new one." I wink at him just as the girls by his side gasp, trying to help him.

One look at Raf and he nods, both of us getting in the car and calling out for his aunt to come along too.

I can already hear his curses and the way he calls me bitch as the car leaves the parking lot.

"Dear, was that your brother?" Raf's aunt asks, barely paying attention to us, "I should have said hello." She frowns for a moment before continuing her phone conversation, promptly forgetting us.

"I'm sorry," Raf apologizes as soon as the car is in motion, getting us as far away from that horrible human being.

"Don't. I understand now why you'd hate him. He's vile," I reply, my lips pursed. "A few minutes in his presence and I feel like scrubbing my skin clean. Ew," I stick out my tongue in disgust.

Raf chuckles, telling me that was a mild Michele, and that usually he's even worse.

I listen attentively, dreading the fact that he's soon going to be my brother-in-law. One thing is for sure. If Michele tries something, he's going to have a few surprises. I may be anunbut I guess he'll have a holy surprise when he sees I don't take anyone's shit.

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SISI

"Why?" I whimper in pain as I stare at his face.

So emotionless.

"This was just an experiment, Sisi. And it has failed," he shrugs, coming closer to me and gazing down at me with disgust.

"But I'm sure there are enough women out there to take your place, after all, you're nothing special."

I gasp at his cruelty, tears in the corner of my eyes.

"Please, don't say that," I whisper, wishing with my entire being that he would just laugh it off and say he is joking.

"Why?" He comes even closer to me, backing me into the wall. "Am I hurting your tender feelings?" he drawls as one finger moves down my face, the contact making me shiver. "Am I making you feel… unwanted?" he rasps in my ear, my entire body stilling at the words.

"Stop, please," I beg him, the words resounding in my ears, their echo unstoppable. "Stop."

But he doesn't.

Hands wrapped around my neck, he tightens his hold until I can barely breathe.

"Stop." Even my voice becomes barely audible as I try to push him off me.

But he doesn't budge.

He has an evil smile painted on his face, as if he couldn't wait to kill me faster.

One hand leaves my neck, the other still snuffing the life out of me. Hiking my skirt up, he's inside my body in one thrust, the pain making me blank.

"No!" I yell, shooting out of bed. I'm covered in sweat, my entire body hyperventilating.

It was a dream. It was just a dream.

I take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves.

But as I glance down my body, my mouth opens on a silent scream as I see a pool of blood between my thighs, my sheets soaked in it.

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