Chapter 248: Just Kill Me
After all that torment, fear had become her second nature when violence struck.
Molly instantly thought of the women at the detention center pulling out her fingernails, her eyelashes fluttering in reflex.
Seeing Molly's fear, Robert's heart sank, and his raised hand lost its strength.
His anger subsided miraculously.
Robert closed his fingers and gently stroked Molly's soft hair.
As expected, Molly's body started trembling uncontrollably, her deep disgust making it impossible to accept his touch calmly.
Robert smirked, realizing her earlier cooperation was just an act.
She had thought acting like a puppet would make him leave.
"You hate my touch?" Robert asked indifferently.
His broad palm moved from the back of her head to her neck, his thumb and forefinger encircling it as if measuring.
He didn't squeeze, but Molly felt like she was being choked.
Robert sneered, "Think that's possible?"
Each word from his lips felt like a devil's prophecy.
Molly couldn't stay calm. She grabbed his wrist and bit down hard.
Caught off guard, Robert frowned and let out a short grunt.
The taste of metal filled the air, and for the first time, Molly wanted to drink his blood and drain him dry.
Robert didn't shake her off; he lowered his arm to make it easier for her to bite.
With the new angle, he could see Molly drinking his blood. She actually swallowed it.
All the blood in his body seemed to ignite, and Robert felt nothing but excitement.
He leaned in, lips close to her ear, and whispered, "Harder, don't stop."
Molly grew tired of biting. The blood made her nauseous.
She let go, her lips covered in Robert's blood, looking like she had applied lip gloss, giving her pale face a strange beauty.
Robert's lips curled up, and he asked seriously, "More?"
Molly's face turned pale. In disbelief, she blurted out, "Pervert."
Her drug-damaged vocal cords made her voice hoarse and unpleasant, like a dying crow's cry.
But Robert didn't mind; he found it pleasing.
"First day you met me?" Robert replied with a smile.
He wrapped his arm with gauze and wiped the blood from her lips, licking it off his thumb.
He licked it as if to taste it.
Molly felt terrible, trembling with disgust and fear.
Robert remained unmoved. He loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his toned abs.
Molly broke down, her voice trembling, "Robert, are you a beast?"
She had just had a miscarriage and was still weak. How could Robert be so beastly?
Robert smiled without a word, lifted the blanket, and got into bed.
The cold aura hit her as he got in, and Molly's face flushed. She tried to get off the bed.
Robert grabbed her waist, effortlessly pulling her back and holding her tightly.
Feeling Molly trembling like a leaf, he said softly, "I won't touch you tonight, but you need to get used to my touch."
Robert knew that if he gave in now, she'd think she could always fight him.
Like training a pet, the lesson after a beating couldn't be skipped.
He said, "Once you recover, we'll still make love. Don't resist me. Behave, and you'll be safe, got it?"
Robert rarely spoke so much, especially in such a coaxing tone.
Tonight, he showed unprecedented patience.
Their bodies were pressed together, with Robert holding Molly tightly.
Molly was weak, exhausted from biting him, and had no energy to resist.
After a while, she spoke helplessly, "Robert, what will it take for you to let me go?"
Behind her, Robert's fingers played with her hair. He paused and then said calmly, "Not in this life."
He knew how tiring it was between them; he was fed up too.
Molly felt like her soul and body were locked in an airtight iron box, with Robert holding the key.
The endless suffocation made her want an end immediately.
Exhausted, she said hoarsely, "Robert, why don't you just kill me? You hate me so much, kill me, feed my body to the dogs, the wolves, the pigs. Wouldn't that be more satisfying?"
Robert turned her over, lifted her hair to reveal her face, and said darkly, "You think I'm a murderer?"
"Not quite." Molly said calmly, "In my heart, you're not even human; you're worse than anything. Because a normal person wouldn't sleep with another woman while engaged. Do you know how much you disgust me?"
Robert pinched her chin, angry, "Even if I disgust you, you have to take it. Don't think I'll let you go."
"I don't." Molly's expression was clear. "As long as I survive your torture, how could you possibly let me go easily?"
Robert opened his mouth but felt speechless.
Molly said slowly, "Robert, after I die, I don't even want a tombstone because I don't want you to sit in front of it."
Robert's face turned purple with anger. He had never seen anyone talk about death so much.
One after another, as if these were her last words.
He flipped her over, pressing her under him, hands on the bed, gritting his teeth, "Do you want to die under me right now, huh?"
Molly was stunned. Robert was unpredictable; he had just said he wouldn't touch her, and now he was pressing on her.
She frowned in disgust, her expression clear.
Robert, whom countless women would fall for, had never been humiliated like this.
He stared at her for a moment, then suddenly pinched her face and kissed her hard.
Molly couldn't resist, letting him kiss her. Her eyes were open, filled with endless disgust and hatred.
Finally, Robert's uncontrollable passion stopped. Staring at her fiercely, he said, "I told you not to cross me."
Molly broke down, wailing like a baby abandoned in the wilderness, her hoarse voice filled with sorrow.
Her hands were tightly held by him, unable to break free. Everything felt like a nightmare.
First, he had trapped her, then now he was slowly draining all her will.
Her body trembled uncontrollably, and she pleaded sorrowfully, "Robert, kill me. Please, just kill me."
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