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."

take out

looks pitifully at Frances and pleads him, "Frances, please don't. Don't do this to me. I can't be ruined by these people. I'll die for this. Can you 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

eyes are filled

is her last

ray of starlight

not enough to pay for what you've done. Killing you is a one-off solution. It's easier for you. Rather than doing this, I might as well

smile on Frances’ face is cold, and his eyes are

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

others makes me

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

this man's heart is as cold as

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 around and grits her

with goose bumps because of what she

two steps back,

I'm here. You'll be fine. In this world, no one can hurt