In My Desperate Time

I don't know why, but I look at Whitney and suddenly start to worry about her.

Even though I know that I shouldn't have such worries.

I should hate her, shouldn't I?

To me, being soft-hearted is definitely not a good thing.

"What do you plan to do with her?" I ask.

"Actually, you already know, don't you?"

He's right, I do know. Once, I was almost raped. I understand the malicious gazes of those men.

Such a thing to a woman is undoubtedly fatal.

I wanted to stop Frances from doing this, but thinking of the child who dies tragically at the hands of Whitney, I nod.

"Yes."

and walks over to take out the

let me go? Please, I don't want to be ruined by them. I only love you. For the sake of that we used to be husband and wife, please let me go. I promise that I will

eyes are

her

the last ray of starlight also falls

die ten times, it's not enough to pay for what you've done. Killing you is a one-off solution. It's easier for

face is cold, and his eyes are filled

first time that I've truly realized how terrifying he is since I've known him for

panics others makes me

ground dejectedly, her eyes filled with fear. She shakes her head, hoping that Frances

is as cold

weren't for you, Frances wouldn't have divorced me, and we wouldn't have become like this. I hate you. I hate you! I won't let you go, even if I die. I'll drag you to hell!" Whitney turns

covered with goose bumps because of what

help but take two steps back, but Frances tightly grips

afraid. I'm here. You'll be fine. In