Chapter 85

"You'll speak to me with respect you fucking slut!" He roared. I formed a curtain with my hair before taking a quick glance at his face. While he and Scar shared the exact same facial features, Scar's anger turned me on. This man's made my throat lock up with fear. He must've been too angry to continue speaking with me as he pulled my up by my hair and dropped me back into the chair. He squeezed both sides of my cheeks until it was too painful to resist and opened my mouth before he shoved a hand towel in. Sealing my mouth shut with a piece of duct tape ensured that I was royally fucked. "Much better." He growled before putting the barrel of his gun to my forehead and pulling out his phone. My sobs were muffled by the towel in my mouth as I listened to him banter back and forth in another language to whoever was on the other end of the phone. My face tickled before a single drop of blood landed on my bare leg, letting me know that my forehead injury had yet to cease it's b