"Do you think you are strong if you can handle the pain?" Lucifer sneered with disgust, he threw the cigarette but and, and squeezed both of her cheeks, forcefully making her look at him.
"Don't forget you are just a rug to me," he warned her, yanking her face close to his, and glaring at her with eyes full of contempt.
Even touching her was dirty for him. She was just his slave, and touching his slave, is just lowering his pride.
Sara coughed, spitting out some blood, and started to laugh abruptly. Lucifer was taken back by her sudden outburst.
"If I am just a rug," she looked at him, clicking her tongue, she closed the distance between them and leaned at one of his shoulders and whispered, "Why don't you replace your useless rug?" she continued her words. Before looking back at him, casually.
She crossed her hands and raised a brow and sneered, "Why? You can't dare to replace it?"
Lucifer was stunned for a moment, but suddenly let out a chuckle, "Who do you think you are to talk back?" his face changed. He abruptly holds Sara's neck, strangling her to death. His eyes cold like a murderer's eyes, who had no hint of empathy. A cold psychopath, his eyes as cold and brutal like him.
This time Sara was struggling to break free, she was coughing vigorously, fighting to breathe. But as time passed his grip got tighter and tighter than before his eyes about to pop out from anger, the veins around his temple could be seen clearly. He was bloodthirsty.
" Now you understand what happens when someone talks back to me." He dared her, before finally letting go of her neck. As if it was a warning for her to not mess with him.
Sara coughed out, trying to breathe. Her face turned red from lack of air. She tried to get up from the floor but her body felt numb, she plopped down back on the floor, coughing out some blood.
"You think you can go like this huh?" Lucifer saw her trying to get up, which triggered him more and he walked towards her gritting his teeth before starting to kick her stomach vigorously, making her spit out blood.
This was the terror that she has to live for the rest of her life. She hated herself more than him. If she didn't make that mistake that year, she would never fall into his trap and lose everyone dear to her not be a slave to him.
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Fifteen years ago…
Sara came back from her school happily, jumping around, remembering what earlier that day.
Earlier that day…
Sara as usual went to her school and saw Michael being earlier than before and studying at his place, she blushed, smiling radiantly she went close to her and sat beside him. Michael had earphones on so he didn't notice her coming and sitting beside him.
He continued writing in his copy, while Sara stared at his face silently waiting for him to notice her, she put her elbow on the desk and rested her face on her palm.
" How handsome" she mumbled under her breath, her face gleaming with happiness.
Michael was busy writing down when he noticed her elbow from the corner of his eyes. He stopped writing and took off his earphones before slowly raising his head and looking up. His heart started to beat crazily, and without even looking he knew who it was but still, he looked up, and before he could say something, her soft, delicate lips landed on his. He gasped feeling her lips on his and turned red as a tomato.
He immediately pushed her away, "W-what are you doing?" he shuttered while asking and got up from his place. There was no student in the class as it was still early, and the ones who reached early were out in the corridor with friends or somewhere else.
"What?" She lazily questioned him, laying back her face on her palm. Even though they had known each other for so long, Sara still feels pleasure seeing him flustered in embarrassment. Teasing him was always fun for her, and when he acts shy and coy, she just wants to tease him more.
"Y-you just-just…" he tried to answer her but still shuttered and couldn't complete his sentence. Sara chuckled seeing him flushed, she got up from her place and walked towards him.