All Out Of Love

"Carlos, please stop... I have a boyfriend!"

Celia cried out in shock.

In a desperate attempt to prevent the threatened carnage, Celia covered her body with whatever cloth her fingers could grasp.

"Boyfriend? Did he ever touch you?"

They were so close to each other that Celia could feel the anger in his voice.

"No, No. Ron isn't that kind of man,"

she murmured. That man had always been very warm and gentle.

"Ron? It sounds like you guys are very close."

The man smiled again, but the residual coldness in his face made Celia more anxious. Her breaths came in sharp pants and she tried to gain control, but nothing was working.

"Carlos, please stop! Even if I... Even if I had unknowingly given myself to you before, you can't force me... Hmmm..."

Before she could finish her words, Carlos slammed his lips into hers.

Celia, however, had no idea that Carlos would be so jealous to find that she was already involved with someone else.

His cold eyes immediately showed his firm determination.

"As I've said before, I don't take 'no' for an answer!"

Celia widened her eyes in horror. She hadn't even had the chance to be intimate with Ron.

She gaped at Carlos in stunned disbelief and then she tried to push him away with all her strength, but all her resistance did was arouse the man's desire to conquer and subdue her.

He grabbed her waist with his strong hands, allowing her no room to retreat.

Feeling ashamed and violated, she helplessly tried to be rid of him, but she was firmly imprisoned in his arms.

No matter how hard she resisted, her efforts were all in vain.

Celia was white as chalk. Her eyes and her mouth were frozen wide open in an expression of stunned surprise.

What she needed was some air!

"Exhale... inhale..."

feeble strength of her body that suddenly drove the man to anger.

pushed her away as if the very sight

air finally entered

Celia, who was gasping for air and his desire to have

green, same sweet, especially the sense of familiarity that he hadn't seen for a

about

to her that she

that the man whispered, "It's been a long time. I

glanced at the scissors on

she picked up the scissor and pointed it at the man's chest. Her movement was clean and

from me or you'll

'Right hand!'

focused intently at

her right hand! But not her

as if

'It can't be!'

just as intense and sensitive as it had been years ago. The way she gripped his arm with her slender fingers; the way her face turned red and even

shifted his gaze towards the woman who was shivering.

Ling's eyes became misty, her vision blurred and thoughts began clashing inside her mind. Although she could clearly see the expression on his face, his presence was enough to

was angry or not from his voice, so she remained silent.

force and resilience, she would be able to pierce his chest and cut his

her grip

desperate to leave?" When she gave him no response, the man lowered his head in

spoke, the angrier Celia got because she knew he was just trying to distract her with his

with a man of his stature, Celia was at a complete loss of what to do

Do it now? You're only going to get one shot at this! It's

kept goading her on as he

screaming hysterically and waving

moment while she held her breath and shut

next moment, blood gushed out, thick and strong and

though time had slowed down for a

on the floor. A scream of pure agony

the bleeding man in utter disbelief, her

Boris broke

Celia screamed again, grabbing the bed sheet from the floor and wrapping herself up in

"Get out!"

screamed at Boris, sending him out almost as quickly as he had come in.