Chapter 35

As Willow gasped in pain, Louis smirked wickedly and leaned in with his lips. "Louis, get off of me!" Willow felt nauseous, realizing that there would never be anyone as repulsive as Louis. She tried to slap him hard, but he suddenly grabbed her injured left hand, gripping it roughly. Intense pain shot through Willow's body from her broken finger, making it impossible for her to raise her right hand. "Willow, how does it feel? Experiencing pain and pleasure at the same time, isn't it just so satisfying?" Louis smirked as he saw blood seeping through Willow's white gloves. He then squeezed her left hand, reveling in her humiliation and suffering. "Get off! Get off me!" Willow's body stiffened. She wished she could tear him into pieces, but she couldn't summon the strength to struggle. "Mr. Mayer is in a good mood tonight!" A cool and indifferent voice rang out, stirring Willow's fading consciousness back to reality. She felt like she should've checked the almanac before leaving