Chapter 8 What to do

It was easy to tell from his pulsating veins that Kelvin wa really deadly angry. "No one tells me what to do, Donna, and you just crossed the line. My girlfriend just left, and you are on this bed". His voice was cold, and his demonic eyes scared me.

I protested. "You threw her out, remember? Call her back". I challenged him.

Maybe he remembered that too. But before I could speak more, he then suddenly dropped himself on top of me. I could feel his naked skin on top my body.

"Hey! Move away, get off me!" I shrieked. I tried to move off the bed and plan to run as fast as I can away from this hateful man. My eyes were darting to the door, measuring how far I should run to achieve my escape from this madman.

My wild wriggling created a chance to scape, so like a prisoner escapee, I dashed to the door, but his legs were longer thus he caught my arm, and without warning, he tore open my tube dress, exposing my heaving chest.

I looked at my exposed breasts. My eyes widened. Unfortunately, he was already looking at them, his eyes now dilated. I crossed my arms around my chest. What the hell, he is staring at my nipples.

Despite his anger, I could see that his eyes were glued on my nakedness. There was a fire on his eyes, and his jaws were clinching.

He then pinned me to the bed with his long legs straddling against mt bidy. He started touching my skin. His palms were running and stroking my skin but there was smirled on his face. He looked like a madman in a horror movie. I got scared.

He stared at me, boring his deepening eyes on me. Then he looked at my lips. Though his eyes said he was challenging me, but his breaths were not as they were short and labored. His body was heating up.

Is he going to rape me?

What to do, what to do. My mind was grinding.

What to do, what to do. My mind was jumping multi-lingual. Otoke. Otoke. Gāi zěnme bàn. Nani o subeki ka, Ano na gagawin ko?

If I am stressed, I could not help my brain speak different languages, like suddenly different nationals live there.

Gladly, I bquickly recovered from Kelvin's assault and kicked him hard using my right foot. My left heel caught Kelvin's right thigh and ripped his skin.

Immediately, blood trickled from his skin.

Kelvin yelled. "Shit Donna, you aimed for my balls? I do not have an heir yet, you dare to make me sterile? "

He then wiped the blood off from his skin, but before Kelvin finished wiping off the blood, I gave him another kick. He side swept my kick, but it hit his right arm.

Kelvin looked at his arm, frowning at another injury that was scratched by my heel. Blood trickled down his arm, then another from his thigh. "Damn you are strong," he hissed.

Without a word, Kelvin held the metallic shoe heels from my feet and tried removing then from my feet after the sharp edge caused him wounds.

When my heels did not slide off easily, Kelvin yanked them off my feet, causing pain. I shouted" ouch". My two feet were hurting. The metal clasped wounded my ankles. Blood trickled.

I yelped with the sight of the blood and continued to wriggle my legs. "You just wounded my ankles!"

Kelvin answered growling, "what do you think of these blood droplets on my arm and thigh? Fake blood? We are even now!

Kelvin then held my hands up and said, "You crazy woman! Keep still."

I gritted my teeth. "I am crazy? You brought a slut in this room, and I am crazy?"

I attempted to stand up. I wanted nothing but to be in this room with this crazy mad man.