“Rachel, you fucking bitch. GO TO HELL!”
On the king-size bed, the man’s face was a mask of fury, his black eyes burning with hate.
The veins stood out on his forehead and his arms as he wrung the woman’s slender neck.
The woman was still half-asleep, but she could feel something was wrong. She couldn’t breathe!
Rachel Bennet opened her eyes wide, still groggy from sleep. She felt a pair of hands on her neck, choking the life out of her.
She was confused and consumed by fear and panic.
As her lungs started screaming for air, her survival instinct kicked in. She raised her hands to her throat, trying to fend off her attacker.
But the man wouldn’t budge. Instead, he tightened his grip on her neck, causing her face to turn a deep red and her vision to blur.