Tyler pulled Vicky to him roughly and stared into her eyes. “Are you women all born to be so heartless?”

His grip was so strong that her wrist began to hurt. She frowned and said, “It hurts… Let go…”

“Sure. Tell me who helped you.”

“I already told you that it was Harvey…”

Before she could finish, the sound of fabric tearing echoed in the room, and her shirt was torn apart.

She was stunned for a moment before she snapped out of it and covered her exposed chest. “Have you gone mad, Tyler?!”

at her with a ruthless look in his eyes as he

“I don’t know…”

what, huh?”

but the anxiety that overwhelmed her

tossed her onto the bed roughly before tying her wrists skilfully

got up and left, only to return in a few minutes with

You can’t do this to me! You lunatic! Psychopath!

the week when she was

feel like a pet that was locked in a dark room with her

expressed any compassion or sympathy for her, and

survive that week, but the trauma from it continued to haunt her, and

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