Chapter 7

Simona had lost her consciousness. She didn't even know what she wanted, but she knew that she needed something to relieve the pain that was worse than death. The back of her hand was trampled by Matthew. The pain made her consciousness focus for a moment, but she couldn't resist the effect of the drug. She raised her head and looked up at Matthew. There was no calmness in her eyes anymore. She almost cried, "yes." "You want it?" He loosened his foot on the back of her hand, bent down and looked at her. With a smile at the corners of his mouth, he said, "beg me if you want!" Simona's clothes had already been taken off by herself. Matthew's words hit her ribs hard. Suddenly, she came to her senses and looked up at Matthew, but she couldn't say anything. Her attitude completely angered him. Matthew looked at her and suddenly smiled like a cold trend. He suddenly raised his hand and pulled her into his arms, leaning over to her ear. "Or, if you want to go out like this, find some other men." His words were like the ice in the south pole, directly stabbing into her heart. The warm breath sprayed on her ears, and her head was only white. Simona trembled like a drug addict, holding Matthew up and down and groping, "please, give it to me." As soon as she finished speaking, she also saw the warm liquid at the corner of her eyes. Simona knew that at this moment, her dignity and personality were as broken as glass not far away, which could not be picked up. Matthew bit her earlobe and smiled, "you are such a bitch." As soon as he finished speaking, his hand fell on her body. After five years, the warm and soft feeling came back to his hand. His black eyes darkened slightly, and his thin lips curved coldly. Then he broke in directly. Except for the time five years ago, Simona had no experience in making love. This feeling was like a knife suddenly stabbing into her body, and the chaos over her head was finally torn apart by the pain at this moment. She raised her head slightly, and her whole body was like a broken doll. Her hands fell feebly on the ground, and from time to time, he wiped the floor with his movements, and the coldness almost penetrated into her heart. Looking at the colorful wall lamp above her head, Simona suddenly burst into laughter. "Yes, I'm really a bitch." Five years ago, she was a bitch, but five years later, she was still a bitch. The only thing she could do was to moan. Even though her mouth was full of blood and her lips could feel the fishy thorns of blood and flesh, she still did not scream. Matthew saw her biting her lips, but she was unwilling to open her mouth. She closed her eyes as if she was going to be executed. Seeing her like this, his black eyes became deeper and deeper. He suddenly raised his hand to pull her hair. "Open your eyes, open them and see how cheap you are now!" Her physical impatience was alleviated, and her consciousness was gradually coming back. She heard clearly what Matthew said, and the unprecedented sense of humiliation almost suffocated her. She didn't open her eyes, but what she got was more and more revenge from Matthew. But even so, she still couldn't control the reaction in her body. There was a moment of blank consciousness. The tears that she had endured for a night finally couldn't hold on. Along her face, they fell to the ground. She could almost hear the loud knocking. Matthew also held her tightly, as if he was going to push her into his flesh and blood. He put her chin on her shoulder. Simona looked at his side face and smiled in despair. If he wanted to destroy her last insistence, Matthew would succeed.