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?

are so naive!' he

and you're fully dressed but why are you still the one shaking?

said mischievously. There was a hint of allure in his voice. Under normal circumstances, Cassandra might even think

Cassandra trembled and her legs grew weak. With all her strength, she worked hard to keep it together.

back

scooped Cassandra up and tossed her into

you feel so cold," he said as

dignity until it was reduced

as if her body and soul were going

her soul were floating in the air,

and thoughtful gentleman you once knew. Upsetting him

that the trust she once had

into the room and fell on her bruised wrists.

woke to the brightness and warmth

had gotten up, taken a bath and gotten dressed. He

immaculate. The gorgeous man that stood in his place showed

anywhere else. If you are not here when I

leave the room and slam the door behind

wrists

is this my punishment for breaking up with you, Rufus?' she murmured

cry but her

to move. Neither motivation nor strength was available to

demons skinning

on, Cassandra! Then we both will owe nothing

to take over her the moment Rufus left and

as possible to make sure he was home the soonest that

bruises on her wrists

bound her hands with his tie. The more she struggled, the

and she didn't talk to him

to make sure she

as he cooled down, he began to reflect on whether he overdid it.

did he abuse her like that? He must have hurt her, not just physically,

so badly to make it up to her. The thought of how much she feared him that morning horrified him. She could not even

the sky was already dark. She slept the whole