Chapter 287 Patricia's Narrow Escape from Hunter's Grip
Hunter's gaze upon Patricia was one filled with crushing disappointment,. hHis heart feelingt as if it had been tossed into a meat grinder, the pain so intense he could barely breathe.
"You've hit me twice."," he said.
He had endured endless insults and beatings throughout his life.
His body and soul had been battered and bruised.
But heHe never cared.
Those people were just strangers hiding behind the guise of family ties.
No matter how much they struck him, cursed him, tormented him, or even tried to kill him, he remained indifferent,; heartache was a stranger to him.
But Patricia was different.
She was the one he cared about the most, the one he favored above all others.
Every blow she struck felt as if it were hammering directly oninto his heart, a piercing agony.
Patricia screamed in fury, "You killed my daughter, you're!" Patricia screamed. "You're a murderer... How could I not hit you? If I had known what kind of person you are, I would have preferred never to have met you. Then my daughter would still be alive."
Hunter's mind buzzed as if besieged by a swarm of bees. She preferred never to have met him... Hah. What a thing to wish for.
Preferred never to have met him.
Hah!
What a thing to wish for never having met.
He had finally glimpsed a ray of light through the darkness, but in an instant, he was plunged back into an abyss. The irony was that the very person who pulled him out of the darkness was now pushing him back into it.
His grip was tight, choking Patricia, causing her to gasp for air and pound on his arms frantically.
"Let go... let me go..." she said.
This time, her blows weren't strong.
But to Hunter,, but they felt like the weight of the world to Hunter.
"Ha... Ha-ha..."
Suddenly, likeLike a madman, he flung Patricia onto the couch.
"Ugh..."
Patricia, causing her to let out a muffled cry of pain. Before she could react,
Hunter was on top of her, brutally tearing at her clothes, the zipper of her down jacket giving way beneath his raw force to reveal the woolen sweater beneath.
"I told you, I will never let you leave me. Even in death, I wouldI'll keep you by my side!"," he said, and his lips dropped upon her face.
He declared, and his lips descended upon her face.
"Ah..."
Patricia's heart nearly stopped in terror, her limbs flailing wildly as she screamed, her cries filtering through the door, reaching Frank, who stood guard outside.
He immediately sensed trouble and banged on the screen door. "Hunter, you bastard, what the hell do you think you're doing? Let Patricia go now... or I swear I'm calling the cops."
His words fueled Hunter's rage to the brink.
"OneFirst Martin, oneand now Frank,. It's one guy after another. Patricia, youYou really don't know how to stay put, do you?" he said.
His taunt struck deep at Patricia's pride.
She raised her hand and, once again, slapped him across the face.
Smack—a crisp, resounding snap.
This slap extinguished what was left of Hunter's reason.
His eyes were bloodshot with fury, his handsome face twisteding into a snarl, and the veins on his neck bulging, hebulged. He unleashed a torrent of slaps on Patricia, leaving her ears ringing, stars exploding before her eyes, and her head spinning.
As her face swelled visibly and rapidly, Hunter showed no mercy, his madness escalating. He seized her throat, staring her down with menacing eyes as tears began to fall, landing on Patricia's face.
One drop.
Two drops.
Three drops.
They landed on Patricia's face.
"I loved you so much,. wWhy do you do this to me? Why? If I can't have you, then let's go down together!"."
The feeling of suffocation painfully contorted her small face, and her lips gradually turned blue...
. Summoning strength from who knew where, she clamped downher teeth fiercely on his arm with her teeth.
This bite channeled all her strength.
The taste of blood filled her mouth.
Hunter yelped in pain, releasing his grip on her neck.
Patricia seized the opportunity, leaping off the couch and darting toward the door.
Quick to reactHowever, Hunter grabbedquickly reacted, grabbing her hair and yankeding her back forcefully.
"Ouch..."
Patricia was flung back onto the couch once again, pain ripping through her scalp as if it were being torn off, tears streaming down her face.
Red with fury, Hunter had forgotten thisshe was the very woman he'd been desperate to have. He pinned her to the couch and pummeled her relentlessly.
"Why? Why doare you have to dodoing this to me? I love you so much, I've and have done so much for you. – cCan't you see that? Why are you leaving me?" he said, his fists swinging down on Patricia. "What does Martin have that I don't? Why him and not me? Even in death, you will belong to me."
"What does Martin have that I don't? Why him and not me?"
"Even in death, you will belong to me—Hunter!"
His fists swung down on Patricia as he spoke.
Screams pierced the air as Patricia shielded her stomach with desperate hands, tears streaming down her face. Fearful for the unborn child within, she cried out in agony.
Desperation. Helplessness. Fear. Disappointment.
, helplessness, fear, disappointment. A torrent of emotions tangled within her, each one fueling the relentless cascade of tears.
Through the haze of pain, sheHunter thought she saw theSadie Davis's face through the haze of Davis Sadie.
pain. Patricia's face and Davis Sadie's faces flickered interchangeably before his eyes until they merged, and only Davis Sadie remained.
The scene shifted at a dizzying pace, yanking him back to a bygone moment steeped in darkness.
In the dank, musty cellar, a small boy covered in bruises writhed on the ground, pleading with the plump woman towering over him.
"I'm sorry, please... I know I'm wrong..." he pleaded with the big woman towering over him.
But hisHis cries for mercy were met with cold-hearted indifference.
The woman's whip fell relentlessly upon him, lash after agonizing lash, flaying open his skin and renewing wounds not yet healed. Fresh blood mingled with the old.
Her cruel laughter echoed off the walls. "Wouldn't that worthless woman spinturn in her grave, knowing her son is enduring this torment?"
The boy's bones seemed to store every echo of that deranged cackle, each one a needle to his nerves.
Hunter's grip tightened around Patricia's neck. His eyes bulged, nearly popping out of their sockets in rage.
"I'm going to kill you," he hissed through clenched teeth.
Patricia gasped for air that wouldn't come, her face turning a pained shade of red as her hands pummeled Hunter's arm in vain.
"Inside, silence suddenly filled the room.
Outside, Frank, struck with terror, was paralyzed. After banging on the door with nowithout a response, he rushed downstairs to summon help.
Unfortunately, due to his VIP status and the opulence of the Presidential Suite, the front desk hesitated to intrude based on his panicked claims.
With no other choice, Frank dialed Martin's number, but there was no answer.
In desperation, he called 911.
But even the nearest officers would take ten minutes to arrive.
Left with no alternatives, Frank rushed back to the suite, hurling his body against the door.
"Hunter, you mustn't harm Patricia!. Whatever is happening, she's innocent... Hunter!" he shouted, slamming into the door repeatedly.
Hunter!" he shouted, slamming into the door over and over again.
Patricia's eyes began to roll back in her head.
As Hunter's figure blurred before her, consciousness slipping away, her struggles grew weaker.
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