Chapter 1 To Sign or not to Sign

Will came home to see nobody in the living room. He held the paper tightly in his hand and took it to the upstairs. Emma had already fallen asleep. He gazed at the person in front of him with frowned eyebrows. The person in bed was utterly quiet. However, it shouldn't be something she deserved. Will walked in front of her, with cold and ruthless face. His eyes went over from her body and stopped at her neck. With the moonlight shedding from the window, he could see some bite marks at her delicate neck. He was a bit annoyed and cast the thing in his hand away. He wanted to kill her. He put his hand on her neck, caressing her neck gently. Then he applied force with his fingers getting tighter and tighter. Emma was completely in the dream. Suddenly she suffocated out of breath. Finally, she woke up in a daze to see a person in front of her. Her vision was blurring and then became clear, and she recognized it was Will. She noticed that he was carried away. She tried to get his hand loosen on her neck, as she was almost out of breath due to his strangling. "Please..." she hissed, her lips turning colorless. When Will came back to his senses, she had already let go of his hand, staring at him with a smile on her face. The look on her face, which seemed to tell him that she was about to be set free, ignited him even more. She can't just walk away like this! He wasn't willingly to let it happen, with his eyes turning red. He leaned down to kiss her who was almost suffocated. His hand at her neck was gradually loose. She was about to take a deep breath, but the man started to devour her madly. She felt exhilarating and responded clumsily. Her long-awaited affection was rewarded at last. Will suddenly looked up at her face, and couldn't help sneering, "are you always a slut in front of men?" Emma opened her eyes to see his body fully onto hers, and her nightdress was pushed up to her waist. Something came into her mind. She kept shaking her head, saying "no" with the tenuous grip of sanity. Will continued as if he didn't see or hear anything, and penetrating her before any foreplay. The pain made her cry and it continued again and again before she could recover. Emma couldn't help retreating her body out of pain. She was more awaken. "No, no.." she pushed him forcefully in complete shock, trying to push him away. But Will looked at her indifferently, and continued, while she was biting her lips, tears lingering at the corner of her eyes. "No, it's painful..." she shook her head, begging in her eyes. "Stop, stop." She kicked her legs, which got more sneers from Will, "how many men had seen your pretentious reluctance like this?" Hmmm? "Get out..." she twisted her body upwards and dared not to move her legs anymore. It had always been a scratching pain. Emma learned her lessons to lie in bed. She turned her head away to avoid him. Closed eyes, she tried to not have her tears dripping. There was no affection or sympathy in the intercourse At that moment. No more pain there, but he didn't get it out still. Will looked at her in that manner, and couldn't help snapping her chin to force her to turn to him. When he saw she closed her eyes, he said coldly, "Open your eyes." She didn't respond and then he repeated, "Open your eyes." She couldn't bear it, tears falling off the corner of her eyes. Her lips lost colors because of his bite. Will got shocked for a while, a sharp pain felt at the bottom of his heart. "Don't pretend to be offended. Didn't you beg me to fuck you every day?" He got more and more upset, and stopped completely. Looking at her under his body, he snapped, "I said, look at me!" She opened her eyes at the end, red-eyed. He had to finish it quickly and left his trace before he got out of her body. "I warned you if you had signed them, nothing would have happened." Emma got released and then retreated herself to a corner, curling her body up. She grasped a thin blanket to wrap herself, closing her lips tightly. The tears were not dry yet. She looked at him, and couldn't help sobbing now and then. He gave her a look and then turned away, and then put on his clothes slowly. If the smell in the air reminded her of anything, she would have thought what happened a while ago was just a dream. She looked at the man in front of her, while feeling her head seemed to be loaded with lead. Will sneered at her nodding her head, and then threw the envelop to her, ordered. "Sign it." She was aware clearly what was inside as she saw the brownish yellow paper envelop, which struck her totally sober in a second. "I won't sign." She shook her head stubbornly. Her head felt heavier and heavier, while her hands were gradually losing power. But even till then, Will didn't notice anything wrong with her. His face was sullen, while he said mercilessly, "You either sign it, or be killed. Not only you, but also your parents."