A Graduation Gift

As Rufus drew closer to her, Cassandra's heartbeat began to race.

"What...d-do you mean..by that?" she asked, stuttering a little.

The air was filled with an impending doom. Cassandra could feel perspiration forming on her forehead.

Watching her uneasiness, a sinister smile crept up on Rufus's lips. If someone witnessed him in this expression, he or she would have believed he was a Satan from the hell.

"Since you've doubted my good intention, I think it's time for me to show you my atrocious side."

His malicious smile conveyed that he was about to lure her soul out. His eyes reeked with cruelty which Cassandra had never seen before.

Suddenly, Rufus flung the bouquet of roses disdainfully aside. Without any second thought, he callously stomped on the flowers lying on the ground. His brutal contact led the flowers and the stems to break apart. White fluid oozed out of it. To Cassandra, it seemed akin to a sacrificial offering.

"Rufus, just stop!" she groaned.

Her body started to quiver. In such a tiny apartment, she knew she didn't have a place to hide.

Wrath was roaring from his heart while fire was gleaming in his eyes. If this fire were real, it could have burnt down the whole place in a matter of seconds.

Cassandra winced each time she looked into his eyes. Haltingly, she began to retreat. If he were his normal self, he would certainly have felt sorry for his love.

But today, he was engulfed by immense jealousy which, as a consequence, blinded his eyes. Rufus was oblivious to the fear on Cassandra's face.

When she realized he was getting closer, Cassandra began throwing random things at him. She hauled whatever that was within her reach—pillow, alarm clock, as well as other miscellaneous items in the living room. However, Rufus dexterously dodged her attack. His strong body continued to advance towards her.

"You…Stop! If you don't then I'll call...the police!" Cassandra spat out her feeble warning.

It wasn't just her body, even her voice was trembling. She dashed behind the couch to escape from the man's hunt. It was as if they were playing the game of The Eagle Catches the Chickens.' The eyes of the eagle turned sharp and grim. Watching her futile attempts at escape, Rufus became even more determined. While the chicken, Cassandra, was quivering in horror.

"You want to call the police? Go ahead and do it. Do you need my help? Shall I call the head of the police station as well?" Rufus offered sarcastically.

attempts to resist him would do her no good. If anything, it would only ignite the fire on him which was

flashed across his eyes. Before she realized it,

a moment ago, he was at the other side of the sofa. How

no way I can escape him!' Cassandra

see that you take pleasure in challenging

again surfaced on

used her pale hands to cover her face. With the phone out of their way,

engulfed with his arms. Effortlessly, he carried her straight into the

felt like she was about to blank out. He forcefully threw her onto the bed and her mind finally registered what he was about to do. Before she could stop him,

some relief and she opened her

this moment onwards, you don't have the permission to hang out or keep any sort of connection with other

spat out in a dominating voice.

right to force me into anything. And if you dare to do anything against my

might, she

you sure you don't want

had spent a great deal of time with Cassandra hence he was fully aware where her weakness lay. This made him well adept with

words, Cassandra trembled and Rufus felt it too. Watching this, he let out

docile.

spoke this time, Cassandra once again detected some gentleness. Yet she was doubtful whether she had imagined it. His eyes

she abandoned the fight and let him do as he pleased. With a smile, he went on to enjoy his feast. While he savored her, she felt like she was floating in the sky. His embrace was strong and tight. It seemed like

her hands wrapped around his muscular body. Rufus gazed at the woman sleeping peacefully beside him. He gingerly removed her hands off his

could watch her all day, ' Rufus thought. Earlier he had been hard on her. Now his eyes contained nothing but warmth. He relished and scanned every detail of her face.

otherwise. Why do you do this

you leave me no

words fascinated him a great deal. Yet sometimes

disturb her, Rufus quietly left the bedroom. Once he was outside, his eyes fell on the roses that were lying scattered on the floor. Guilt consumed him and he regretted his earlier actions. He squatted down to inspect them. Prudently, he set aside the ruined ones and handpicked the

roses he could find. All his excitement was shattered when he caught Dylon with her in the room. The sight of another man stimulated his fury. He lost his sanity and claimed