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..."

the bitterness in her eyes or the feeble strength

away as if the very sight

terribly, groaning out a little as air finally

who was gasping for air and his

especially the sense of familiarity that he

what was about to

other hand, was in a total mess. The kiss just now made it clear to her that she resented this man, but then why did she give in to it in the

skin that the man whispered, "It's been a long

glanced at the scissors on the ground. Celia realized that this might be

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

me or you'll regret

'Right hand!'

at her

But not her natural

eyes at her, as if trying to read her mind.

'It can't be!'

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 the

his gaze towards the

vision blurred and thoughts began clashing inside her mind. Although she could clearly see

or not from his voice, so she remained silent. Carlos took this as an opportunity to

force and resilience, she would be able to

grip on the

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

because she knew he was just trying to

Celia was at a complete loss of what to

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

goading her on as he stepped closer

Celia started screaming hysterically and waving the knife at Carlos.

moment while she held her breath and

moment, blood gushed out, thick and strong and stained

as though time had slowed down for a

Celia's hands and landed on the floor. A

at the bleeding man in utter disbelief, her whitening lips quivered.

Boris broke into the

grabbing the bed sheet from the floor and wrapping herself up in

"Get out!"

out almost as quickly