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Never thinking of leaving this house
Letta could feel Marco starting to touch every inch of her body, causing her to close her eyes. Especially when Marco played with her sensitive sides, gripping her tightly, causing the painful tingling sensation that Letta was experiencing. Marco’s movements on her body also caused Letta’s wound, which had not yet dried, to bleed fresh blood again, causing a stinging pain. However, Marco seemed to pay no attention to this. He noticed the bandage on Letta’s abdomen now had bloodstains, but it seemed to be no obstacle for Marco.
When Marco entered her without warning, Letta immediately widened her eyes. This was the second time they had done it, but of course, the atmosphere was very different. If before maybe they did it under the influence of alcohol, this time Marco did it with full emphasis on Letta, making Letta grimace as Marco moved quickly over her body.
Letta didn’t know how strong Marco’s desire was as Letta reached release several times, but Marco seemed unsatisfied with her body. Marco continued to leave red marks on her neck, shoulders, and even around her sensitive areas. Letta could only hold back her tears, squeezing her eyes shut as if feeling what the man was currently doing to her. Even to struggle, it felt like her strength had been completely drained.Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.
The next moment, Letta could feel Marco’s hand pressing on her nape. After that, he pressed Letta’s lips again, devouring them roughly. Not to mention his other hand that was now playing with her sensitive sides, pressing firmly, making Letta wince as she continued to receive the kisses given by Marco.
Letta could feel Marco’s movements getting deeper and faster, as Marco growled right beside her face, embracing her tightly, pouring out all the desire within him, bearing the weight of a man with muscles filling his body, making Letta feel suffocated. Her body felt completely crushed, and finally, Letta could breathe a little easier when Marco moved away from her body.
Marco stepped back, still admiring the woman who had become his outlet, with a satisfied smile, without saying a word. Marco walked towards the bathroom, leaving Letta still bound, with a very pitiful body condition.
Letta could hear the sound of water from inside the bathroom when Marco intentionally opened the door. Her gaze fell on the phone that was still recording them both. Letta turned her face towards her tightly bound wrist. She saw her wrists, which were already red and injured, as well as the wound on her abdomen that had reopened. Letta’s feeling was as if this was a punishment for her actions.
Letta pondered if she really deserved this. After that, Letta saw Marco come out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe, his hair still wet. Marco picked up the phone that had been placed earlier, smiled contentedly, then looked at Letta and the wound on her abdomen. Marco was surprised to see Letta’s condition, but only for a moment. His facial expression changed to stern. He then approached Letta, releasing the restraints on her wrists, making Letta wince from the tingling sensation.
“Get out of my room,” Marco said coldly, making Letta widen her eyes. How could she leave in this condition? Letta’s clothes had been completely torn by Marco’s actions. Marco seemed to know Letta’s reaction. He took off the bathrobe he was wearing and threw it towards Letta.
“Get out now,” Marco said again, making Letta quickly put on the bathrobe. However, her steps stopped when Marco suddenly said,
“Never think of leaving this house again, unless you want to receive even more dreadful treatment. Try to obey. Who knows, I might be able to be a little kinder to you.” Marco’s words left Letta speechless. Letta walked out of Marco’s room wearing only a clinging bathrobe. She walked hunched over, suppressing the pain in her stomach, descended the stairs, until finally, Letta met Desi at the bottom of the staircase.
“Ma’am, what happened?” Desi asked, looking at Letta with a concerned gaze.
“I told you, Desi, don’t call me ‘ma’am’ anymore. Just call me by my name. Someone even made me realize that your presence is better than mine in this house,” Letta said, leaving Desi momentarily silent, digesting the words spoken to her before continuing her steps towards her room in the corner of the room. The room felt damp and cold, making Letta sit right there, locking the door, and crying, releasing all the pain and sadness she felt.
Letta mourned her unfortunate fate. She felt as if she was born only to experience misfortune. She pondered, feeling that since birth, she had never experienced any luck. Maybe only when she met Abian, but even that had vanished, making her consider herself a jinx. Even God did not give her a chance to see the little angel that had been inside her belly. And by her own doing, that little angel disappeared, making Marco turn into a demon who would never let her go, no matter what happened.
Letta didn’t know how long she had been crying, how long she had mourned her sadness, until her eyes felt heavy. She could only sit and fall asleep on the cold floor, ignoring her body’s condition, her wounds, and the small open window, the only place where she could look out into the world. The moonlight warmed her heart in the darkness that almost engulfed her. She seemed to ignore the breeze that entered the room, making her body feel even colder. The sweat streaming down her face made it impossible for her to even open her eyes. Letta seemed numb to the pain that attacked her body. She felt numb to all the pain that Marco inflicted, muttering in her sleep.