Chapter 30 Celeste Or Celia
- “F*ck...” Zillon cursed to himself, running a hand through his head of black hair. Even now he couldn’t come to terms with what he had done. It really wasn’t his intention to hurt her again.
- He had promised her peace, promised to pay her back for all the bad things he had done to her and instead of doing that, he had made everything worst. Her eyes had been filled with so much pain and confusion. It was obvious that she didn’t know what to say or do...she was trapped beneath him, unable to free herself, unable to make her own choices.
- He really wished he hadn’t went to that room and he wished the urge to touch her hadn’t been strong enough to overwhelm him. That poor girl, if she didn’t hate him before, she sure as hell hated him now.