She cried until her liver and guts were cut to pieces and heard him ask, "Did he hurt you?"
She was still crying, and her mind was in a haze. She didn't know what to say. Her body was pulled away from him and he forced her to face him, his hands gripping tightly onto her shoulders. "Did, he, hurt, you."
His malicious eyes scared her.
She was shocked and said, "I, I don't know."
"You don't know?"
"Yes, maybe…" She remembered something. When he had been up-close talking incoherently to her, his hand had touched the wound on her chest. The blood marks that had been abraded by the diamond necklace were still faint and painful.
He suddenly threw her into the back seat of the car and roared. "I asked if he raped you!"
She was scared senseless. She looked at his red eyes and couldn't speak. A boundless fear hit her heart. His abnormal reaction was making her feel at a loss. Rape… what was rape…?
