Chap-133*The Deadly Honeymoon.*

Cynthia Dion:  "Ehm! Your friend fell asleep in my room. She must be quite tired," Atticus remarked as he loomed in the doorway, his tone sounding more spiteful than conversational. "Why don't you spend some time with her, then?" I replied, keeping my focus on the dishes I was washing. "Why don’t you want me to eat your pussy tonight?" He whispered," he muttered in a hushed tone. In response to his remark, I clenched my muscles and held my tongue, utterly incredulous. "That's what you were begging for, isn't it?" He sneered, the contempt in his voice unmistakable, resonating with every word. I spun around and shot him a withering glare, my eyes brimming with tears. With a forceful motion, he slammed the door shut and advanced toward me as I stammered, "Get out and leave me be. It's revolting that you would presume you can..." I instantly snatched the knife from the knife holder and aimed it at him. I was not going to let him touch me. "Give it a shot, and I won't hesitate to retaliate!