Chapter 8

Quincy reflexively jerked her hand back as if she had just been burned. A bashful blush instantly rose to her cheeks.

"I'm sorry," she said.

Quincy's voice was tinged with a hint of shyness, and she didn't know why she had blurted out those words.

"It's not me you should be apologizing to!" the man replied angrily.

In the next moment, he yanked Quincy's hair from behind her back and forced her to look up at him!

The anger in his voice frightened her. He seemed like an enraged beast that was tearing through his prey. Quincy had no idea why he was torturing her so ruthlessly. After all, wasn't this the first time they had met?

The man continued to pull her hair and lifted her up against the wall. The cold tiles behind her and the sensation of the man's warm body made her realize what was coming next, and she wriggled to try and escape. The man however, roughly pulled her and trapped her in an embrace. Both of them were tightly pressed together. Quincy had no chance of escape, and she felt the man's hands pinching her mercilessly. Her body was already bruised and battered.

The man's nails sunk deep into her skin, and she screamed out in pain.

Quincy cried out! "Ow... Let go of me... Ow... Ow... Ow..."

The man ignored her pleas for mercy and instead, pinched and twisted her body even harder. Each time he did so, it seemed to convey his ruthless hatred. He buried his head in the nook of Quincy's slender fair neck, and then he bit down immediately. Quincy winced in pain, and a red bite mark appeared on her fair skin.

Quincy cried out loud, "Please, it hurts!" She instantly screamed out from the painful bite on her skin, and she seemed to smell a trace of blood in the air.

She struggled unceasingly, but she was pressed against the corner of the wall by the man.

Once again her consciousness slowly began to drift away, but the man suddenly pulled his body back. Quincy was exhausted and weak and her body slid down against the wall and into the bathtub. The cloth over eyes finally dropped down silently.

She raised her head to look at the man's body through the blur. His face was backlit, and a large part of his face was hidden in the shadows. Quincy couldn't see his face clearly at all, and the corners of his mouth were slightly curled up, as if he was smiling. There was a slight stir in Quincy's heart, and although she couldn't see his face clearly, she had the feeling that this man was probably extremely handsome when he smiled, but this smirk made her apprehensive and chilled her to the bone.

Swish!

Icy water poured down over her head and flowed down her warm body. Quincy shivered hard.

B*tch, this is just the beginning!" the man said.

His icy voice echoed in her mind as the icy cold water flowed down her face and body.

The next thing she knew, the man grabbed her chin and tilted her face up. The cold water entered her mouth. She tried to struggle as the water overfilled her mouth and she swallowed a small amount.

Quincy spluttered a question: "Why? Ahem..."

Quincy had long since lost her strength and could only let the man torture her in a helpless manner. She didn't understand why this man was doing this to her! She didn't believe that it was just some sort of s*xual fetish. The hatred in his words was genuine and deep-rooted. Such intense, obvious hatred and such crude torment made her wonder if this man was perhaps someone deeply connected to her previous past. Was it someone she had forgotten about?

The man said, "Why? I'll help you remember why, but not now!"

He let go of Quincy as soon as he finished speaking. Because of the overwhelming force, Quincy's head hit the wall with a thud and she blacked out...

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