Love You Can’t Say

Steven was smoking in the hallway, which I had pretended not to notice.

But he looked at me with his disgusting eyes, and I couldn’t help frowning and stopped.

I stifled my agitation, and curled my lips. “Mr. Pearson!”

He seemed to enjoy being seduced. Then he took a strong puff, stubbed out his cigarette and came towards me.

“Clara, has anyone ever told you that you’re really beautiful? It’s a deadly kind of beauty.” As he said this, he almost touched me.

I shook my head. “You just said that!”

“Let’s have a drink somewhere else. It’s still early.”

I raised my eyebrows, “Somewhere else?”

He nodded. “Why, do you like being in places like this?”

“No!” I paused. “It’s just, aren’t we supposed to be here waiting for Jackie?”

Referring to Jackie, he seemed annoyed. “Why should we wait for her? We two can play together, and she’s superfluous. Come on!”

As he spoke, he raised his hand and pulled at me. I turned away, smiling and saying, “She’s your wife. Wouldn’t it be bad to leave her like that?”

“It’s all right, she’ll go back by herself!” With these words, he forcibly dragged me out.

I dragged him and said, “Mr. Pearson, that’s not appropriate. I should at least talk to Jackie.”Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“There’s no need!” He looked anxious, and I thought he was going to take me to the bar, but now he looked as if he was going to take me somewhere else.

I panicked for a moment. “Mr. Pearson, what’s the difference between this and a robbery? It’s not going to be fun.”

“Cut the crap. Just come with me. It’s all fun. I’ll show you something exciting.” He was much stronger than I was, and I stumbled along with him.

I realized it would be more dangerous for me to leave here with him now.

So I tugged at the wall and said aloud, “Mr. Pearson, if you’re going to leave here, I refuse to go with you.”

His lips closed and his eyes darkened. “Why do you want to stay here? Are you trying to set me up? Clara, do you think I didn’t know you and Jackie are trying to set me up? If I’m gonna fuck you, do you think I’m afraid of Dennis George, that hypocrite? I just don’t want anyone interrupting me and ruining my fucking fun while I’m having a good time.”

I froze. I didn’t know what to do. Then I began to cry for help, but before I could speak, the back of my neck hurt and I fell into a daze.

When I woke up again, Steven was standing over me with a dirty face. I glanced around. It was the hotel bathtub.

He just woke me up with water, and I was soaking wet. I didn’t wear much, and now I was in the water, so my figure was showing.

I looked calmly at Steven, who stood naked by the tub. “Mr. Pearson, what are we doing herer?”

Steven smiled as he leaned toward me. “We’re doing the right thing, of course.”

I pressed my lips together. “You’re forcing me. Like I said, I don’t want to change places.”

“So what? This is more interesting, but when the time comes, I am afraid I’ll hurt you and I will feel sorry!”

He leaned over, his arms resting on the edge of the tub, and pressed down on me.

Instinctively, I put my foot up and kicked Steven, who was quick on his feet and moved out of the way almost immediately.

He straightened up and wiped the water stains from the corners of his mouth. “Nice temper!”

I ignored him, thinking about how to contact Dennis as soon as possible. There must be landlines in the hotel.

With that in mind, I climbed out of the bathtub. And the next thing I know, he had gotten me in a bathtub by the throat.

I was sick with nausea. I tried to push him away, but he was very strong.

After struggling for a while, I had a lot of bruises on my body, which were particularly harsh to look at.

“Yeah! A woman who’s had a baby is gorgeous. This body is amazing! What’s so good about Dennis George? If you stay with me, I promise you’ll be the only one to bear my children.”

Ignoring his words, I took advantage of his inattention and kicked him in the dick with my knee.

Ouch!” He hurted and let go of me, so I pushed him away and climbed out of the tub.

Steven was so abusive that he grabbed me by the ankles and pulled me to the ground.

Without gravity, I lay flat on the ground and was badly hit. It hurt all over.

He got out of the tub, grabbed me by the hair, pulled me up, and slapped me down.

“Why are you running? You walked right in on me. What’s the point of being coy?” He hit me so hard that after a few slaps my face swelled up badly.

He was already prone to violence, and being unrestrained in the hotel made him even more unrestrained.

Maybe the slap was not enough, he picked me up and kicked my belly.

I couldn’t take his force and crashed into the bathroom. The pain in my forehead and lower abdomen took my breath away.

Seeing me limp on the ground, beaten to the point of no resistance, he laughed, walked over to me and half squatted down.

He paused on the edge of the garment and squinted at me. “I can’t see you without trying to destroy you. I wonder if Dennis George would hate you if he saw this!”

I gasped in pain and glared at him. “Steven, you better not give me a chance to go out.”

“Ouch!” He gave me a nasty bite, and I felt terrible pain and nausea.

If Jackie didn’t show up, I was really going to have a meltdown.

A loud knock on the door outside interrupted Steven’s movements.

He squinted at me. “Clara, you’re going to die!”

With these words, he raised his hand and strangled me, nearly killing me.

There was still a knock outside, perhaps because there was no answer. “Steven, open the door!” He shouted.

This voice… Was it a middle-aged man’s voice?

It was not Dennis George.

I froze, and Steven froze, too. He shook me off and went to open the door.

Within minutes, Steven had tortured me so badly that I had crawled out of the bathroom to get help.

However, the man I saw Mr. Lee, the middle-aged man who had kidnapped me in the parking lot.