Chapter 8

"It's not me... Zachary... It really wasn't me..."

I cried helplessly, shaking my head desperately, but no matter how much I denied it, Zachary remained unmoved.

Zachary grabbed my collar with one hand, dragging me up from the ground.

"Fine, I'll give you a chance to prove yourself."

He dragged my battered body and threw me onto the bed.

My back slammed hard against the edge of the bed. In just a second, the pain nearly brought tears to my eyes.

Zachary impatiently tugged at his collar, his face devoid of emotion. "Pleasure me."

I stared at him in terror, struggling frantically to break free from his grip.

But no matter how much I resisted, it was all in vain.

He just sneered, his eyes filled with a mix of amusement and disgust towards me.

I could clearly feel the rage emanating from him, so intense it felt like it could burn me to ashes.