a dog
Every time he abused me and I cried, he would stuff a rag into my mouth to stop me from crying.
Over time, I have formed an inertia. As long as he appears, I will remain absolutely silent.
"You despise it?" he said quietly.
Invisible fear began to bite my body, and cold sweat instantly condensed on my forehead.
I shook my head helplessly, and he shouted, "Speak! Are you mute!?"
I was so frightened that I almost fell down on the chair and whispered, "No..."
"Stubborn mouth?" He said coldly. I shook my head quickly and my lower lip was almost bitten through.
He actually listened to that girl and said I despised him!?
But that's right, I'm afraid that in his eyes, an outsider is more trustworthy than me?
"Why are you shaking?" He pulled hard, and I almost tripped over the stool leg, so I subconsciously reached out to help him.
When I realized that I had actually touched the devil's arm, I was so frightened that I immediately retracted my hand and stood still.
He immediately tightened his grip on my wrist, "Damn you!"
I was dragged out of the classroom by him like a dead dog. I couldn't resist, let alone leave with him.
I tried to refuse, but he pulled harder.
Woohoo...my hand is going to break!
"Don't cry, hold back your tears!" He ordered forcefully.
A pretty face with no expression at all, it seems like I'm just a dog
Yes, a dog
This chapter has been completed!