The rough, dried outer bark of the tree stung her skin harshly, and Hera winced at the discomfort. Panicked, her gaze wandered, searching for something or someone.
"Andy, you're making a mistake. Please stop it. You're going to regret this," Hera said, still trying to be nice to him. She didn't want to provoke and give him any more reason to get angry. He's not thinking straight as of now. Hera watched stupefied and upset while Andrew laughed. He sounded maniacal, and Hera could only pity him.
"What? You're trying to threaten me that your boyfriend is going to beat me to a pulp?" He asked, still chuckling in mock amusement.
'He won't just beat you to a pulp. He will kill you.'
Dear readers,
I absolutely condemn molestation, rape, sexual assault or the act of forcing yourself on someone without their consent, regardless of gender. I will never support, appreciate or promote such wrong doings. What’s wrong is wrong, there’s no justification for such crimes.
Please don't get inspired by the negative approach or the abusive nature of the fictional characters or the real-life person living or dead.
Love and Gratitude.
Author.