Chapter 4 But I was wrong

Emily's POV

But I was wrong.

He threw the spoon at me. It was a perfect shot. It hit the back of my head sharply.

"You've grown wings, Emily," he said in a singsong tone as he stood up.

Even though I wasn't facing him, I had learned his moves. He would grab my hair, I predicted, and he actually did.

He pulled me backward.

"How dare you leave the house? And instead of doing something else, you trailed me. What? You wanted evidence?"

He pushed me to the ground.

My body landed heavily on the floor, and my stomach tightened as if my baby was trying to protect itself.

I had gotten used to the pain, but each time, it felt new.

I groaned. "You are the one who cheated on me!" I replied.

"Oh, now you have the guts to talk?!" he roared, his eyes turning red.

He grabbed my legs and pulled me into an open space. Then he started hitting me with punches, pinning me between his legs.

I lay there helplessly, feeling my skin slam against his fists and the hard floor, leaving cuts all over my body.

The smell of blood filled my nose, making me extremely nauseous. I vomited blood along with everything else that came out of my mouth.

Eugene looked disgusted. He stood up and kicked the side of my body.

I rolled gently into a corner and struggled to my feet, hoping to lock myself in a room so he wouldn't reach me.

My head throbbed as I forced myself to move. My hands, my legs, and my chest ached. I couldn't even walk properly.

I didn't know where he went, but he returned with a knife.

"Eugene, please don't. Think of our baby." I stretched my trembling hands toward him, barely holding myself together.

My vision had blurred. My body was no longer responding the way I wanted it to.

He grabbed my leg and slashed my neck with the blade.

"Ah!!" I screamed.

He didn't give me a moment. He cut my back, my hands, my legs, my face, and even my stomach.

"Stop! Please, Eugene, stop!!" I cried.

I couldn't move because he still had my legs in his grip.

He laughed.

"I want to see how brave you'll be after this!" he screamed as he kept slashing me, even cutting deeper into the wounds he had already made.

"Ah..." I wailed. "Eugene... please... Oh, God!"

He didn't stop.

He wasn't going to stop.

Please stop.

Somebody, please help me.

Just as he was about to tighten his grip on my legs again, because his hold had loosened from my constant shaking, I pulled away immediately and kicked his legs, making him lose his balance as I crawled away.

My blood dripped onto the floor, making every movement slippery.

He grabbed my legs again, and I kicked once more.

"Emily! Don't do that. You'll only make this worse for yourself!" he shouted as he stood up.

But the blood made him slip, sending him crashing to the floor right beside me.

He grabbed my hair and yanked my head backward.

Then the man kissed me wildly.

"I love the smell of your fear," he whispered.

"Why are you doing this to me?" I asked with a trembling voice.

I shivered as though it were freezing. I was even choking on my own breath.

"Because you are disobedient," he answered as he bent my head even farther back.

He started ripping my clothes with the knife, and each tear left another cut on my skin.

"Please stop."

"Please," I cried again.

He rested on one elbow, but the blood made him slip once more, causing the blade to press against my stomach.

I used my hand to push the knife away, but as if by magic, he lost his grip on it.

I grabbed the knife.

"Give me the knife," he ordered.

When I shook my head, he began to strangle me.

I couldn't breathe.

My heart pounded desperately as though trying to force more blood through my body.

An overwhelming instinct to survive took over me.

As much as I wanted to die, losing my breath made me struggle again.

So I raised the hand holding the knife and brought it down, piercing the side of his stomach.

"Emily..."

His grip around my neck loosened, but he still had enough strength to hold me.

I buried the knife into his neck and pulled it free.

He lost his hold over me.

When I stood up, he grabbed my leg.

"It's not over," he said with an evil smile.

So I stabbed him again. "AHH..."

I cried. "Go to hell!"

He went silent.

I could no longer stand, so I collapsed onto the floor, naked.

The next moment, everything turned black.