Chapter 15 Taking Her to the Mountain Top

“Yvette Scott!” The man beneath me roared in anger, and then I was tossed onto the ground. After throwing up, I sobered up a little. I looked up at the man standing before me, who was now covered in filth. If the law allowed cannibalism, he would have eaten me by now. I was a bit stunned and decided to act docile. “Don’t glare at me like that. I’m scared.” He seemed to be laughing from anger, and lifted me up, sneering. “Do you even know what fear is?” I was about to say something when he took off his jacket and threw it into a dustbin. He then bent down, picked me up, and strode out of the club. He proceeded to throw me into the car. I did not dare to make a sound. I was still a little tipsy, and while my mind was clear, my body was weak. I was afraid that if I angered him further, he might throw me into some foul-smelling ditch, so it was best to keep my mouth shut. However, after sitting in the car for a while and noticing he had not come back yet, I wanted to get out but disco