Chapter 30 Collapse

All kinds of sounds were mingled near her ears.
"Clinton, I am scared, please send her away. I know you have affections for her for many years, but I don't want to put you into dilemma to. However, I am really scared of her kidnapping me again."
At the beginning, the woman was sobbing helplessly.
After long pause of silence, the man started to talk in a soothing voice.
"Don't imagine stuff. What affection could I have with her? From now on, I won't let you leave me, not even a half step away. I am here, so how dare she hurt you?"
"And what's more, she was wrapped like that, she couldn't be closer to you. Don't panic."
What are they talking about?
What hurt? What wrapped?
Sandra came back from the coma with some consciousness in her mind.
Her body felt heavy.
Headache.
She lifted her hand to touch her temple then she heard clearly the clear sound of the chains from her body.
Then she woke up completely.
She opened her eyes to see the darkness only.
When her eyes were used to the lightening in the room, she realized she was in a narrow storage room, dirt everywhere, but just a small ceiling window on the top. The room was very depressing.
Her heart jumped fast.
She had the closet phobia since she was a kid.
"Sir..."
Sandra shouted in her husky voice as she knew he was outside.
It was quiet outside for a while.
Then the iron door opened.
The cozy light shone in with Clinton's tall shape at the door, which was very harsh on her eyes.
Charlize was next to him, holding his sleeve, scared.
"Clinton, don't get closer..."
Clinton patted her hand back comfortingly and walked to Sandra steadily, condescending.
Sandra struggled to stand up but due to the heavy chains around her limbs and neck, she was dragged back powerfully and disgracefully.
Clinton sneered with contempt.
"Look at yourself. What a difference between you and a homeless dog?"
"Did you like to chain and torture people? You can enjoy the taste of being chained."
The coldness overwhelmed his forehead.
Originally, he didn't want to chain her up.
When she left and came back again, he didn't want to make a fuss out of it.
But when he went to the suburb house to see Charlize was hurt so badly, he couldn't control himself anymore.
How could Sandra treat his love so badly?
Sandra was shocked.
She looked at Charlize immediately. She had her lightless eyes wide open, but it seemed that she could see her look and shed away behind Clinton.
"Ms. Lee, I didn't..."
She didn't torture her, and even provided good food to her.
But even the light was dim, she could see the wounds around her pale arms.
She didn't do it.
Before she could finish her sentence, Charlize started to scream as if being shocked.
"You shut up! You are a devil. What do you still want to do? You applied the tricks what Jon Wilson did to torture others?!"
Sandra was silenced by his shout.
she had no proof.
As expected, Clinton came to slap her out of fury.
Bang!
A clear slap was on her face.
Her head was slanting out of the slap and some blood was out at the lips. For some reason, she twisted her lips.
"Congratulations on finding your love back."
Her expression was numb.
Clinton couldn't continue with another slap to see her numbness.
"Reflect yourself here!"
He held Charlize to leave after a ruthless sentence.
The iron door was closed again, making a lot of noises.
The heavy dark was taking over again in the room.
Sandra was so scared, while all those sceneries of her being grounded in the orphanage flashed back. She thought she could pull through, but when Clinton was closing the door, she compromised.
"Sir!"
she lost her coolness and called his name hastily, and begged humbly.
"Don't toss me here. You saved my life and don't let me stay here..."
Clinton stopped and turned to her, contemptuously.
"Saved your life? So, to betray me was the way you pay me back?"
Sandra was choked on his words.
Betrayal? He... Knew it?
Her speechlessness even made him angrier.
His tall build came back to her side, looking at her mercifully but full of loathing.
"You thought you were special? If it was a dog I raised for ten years, I would save too. But now, you thought you could take 3 of my docks with your damaged body?"
"You dream it."
He said it slowly, almost jumping out of his gritted teeth.
Sandra looked at her melancholy.
She wanted to explain to tell him that she didn't betray him.
But her throat couldn't utter a word.
"Sandra, you are disgusting to the extreme."
Clinton looked directly into her eyes, and spoke exactly the same words like he said in his dream the other day and the walked in stride away.