Page 63 of Beautiful Villain

The beautiful woman had broken through my last barrier. She’d fucking found a way to lasso my soul, dragging it from the quicksand.

I continued to smash my fist harder until my knuckles were bloodied and raw. Nothing took away the agony of how I felt.

Everyone who’d touched her would die by my hands. Then I’d set her free, sending her to another place where I could keep her protected at all times.

In another pretty little cage just like she’d accused me of before.

But if that meant keeping her alive, then that’s what I’d be forced to do. She could hate me all she wanted but at least she’d have her life. My budding little actress.

As I lifted my head, staring at the ceiling, another flash of memories shifted into my mind, horrible visions.

And the screams.

They never left. They never allowed me to sleep.

My cross to bear.

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