A Graduation Gift

Cassandra was humiliated. Tears of shame ran down her cheeks.

"I hate you, Rufus! I hate you so much as I have never hated anyone before!"

Cassandra roared. The throbbing pressure on her body and her temples almost made her collapse.

"Go ahead! Hate me all you want! I don't give a damn how you feel!" he shot back.

The night seemed long and distressing. Finally, Rufus lay asleep soundly beside her; his exhaustion was evident from the venting.

Cassandra's eyes widened at the sight of the man beside her.

He was fast asleep. Despite his unguarded disposition, tension shone visibly on his face.

His eyebrows were furrowed. 'What is he dreaming about?' she thought.

The tie around her wrists was loosened—a product of her unrelenting struggle. Cassandra gingerly moved her hands and freed them bit by bit

until they were finally fully hers again.

She cautiously pushed herself up and was mildly surprised that Rufus did not wake up to this. He must be exhausted, not just physically, but also mentally.

Every cell in her body hurt. Her wrists were bruised very badly.

She was not sure how she could face the tyrant on the bed. She quietly went to the closet to get some clothes.

It was better for her to leave before Rufus woke up.

She pulled on her clothing, turned around and found Rufus staring right at her. She was taken aback.

"Where are you going?"

His icy voice almost made her jump. She began to tremble.

The sound of the closet door woke him up but he waited until she got dressed to cover the bruises on her body.

'Does she think those clothes would be enough to cover the marks I left on her body? Does she really believe she could escape just like that?

so naive!'

dressed but why are you still the one shaking? It's like you have a

a hint of allure in his voice. Under normal circumstances, Cassandra might even think he was flirting

her legs grew weak. With all her strength, she worked hard to

don't you go back to

scooped Cassandra up and tossed her

up since you feel so cold," he said as he

He trampled her dignity

crept over her. It was as if her body and soul were going

floating in the air, staring blankly at the woman and

is what you get when you offend Rufus. He is nothing like the affectionate and thoughtful gentleman you once knew. Upsetting him

so much to find that the trust she once had for him was all

risen. Rays of sunlight peeked into the room and fell on her bruised wrists.

the brightness and

taken a bath and gotten dressed. He

gorgeous man that stood in his place showed

here. You are not allowed to go anywhere else. If you are not here when I come back, trust me you'll

around to leave

slammed shut. She retrieved her wrists from the sunlight and curled up into the quilt.

up with you,

to cry but her tears had been

unable to move. Neither motivation nor

to hell! I won't mind demons skinning and eating me alive!

Cassandra! Then we both will owe nothing

as she closed her eyes. She allowed relief to take over her the moment Rufus left and drifted into a deep, sound slumber.

He dealt with his work as quickly as possible to make sure he was home the soonest

bruises on her wrists made

that he bound her hands with his tie. The more she struggled, the more furious he became.

voice had turned hoarse and she didn't talk

to make sure she

to reflect on whether he overdid it.

she did in a fit of anger. Why did he take her too seriously? Why did he abuse her like that? He must have hurt her, not just physically, but emotionally as well. He scolded himself, 'What

much she feared him that morning horrified him. She could not even look

the sky was already dark.