30. DON'T FORCE ME

Even when he tried to have sex with her by force several times ago, she never resisted so fiercely! What he didn't know was that Thera had lost her sense of survival, and she felt hopeless to leave here.

Since Cyril grabbed her hands and feet, she hit him with her head desperately.

Again and again, her head was nearly concussed and her hair was scattered in disorder.

The servant was shocked at this scene and hurried to stop Thera's behavior.

"You fucking let me go!"

"That's enough, you crazy bitch."

Cyril's patience with her had reached the limit. He slapped her in the face, causing her to collapse on the sofa. The slap stunned her, and her eardrum buzzed. She didn't recover for a long time.

Cyril rubbed his wrist and said wearily, "It's not so noisy at last."

Strangely, Thera didn't just calm down, but suddenly changed from crazy to extremely calm. He had always liked the purity in her eyes. He was used to the admirable look of other girls or the eyes full of desire. Her beautiful eyes were as bright as the lake water.

But now the lake water was gone, and her eyes seemed to be a machete pulled from the lake water. He was very confused, and saw her stroke her hair and slowly stand up from the sofa.

"Sit down."

She was motionless, like a statue.

"Can't you understand what I'm saying?"

Cyril shouted the order, and then he saw Thera grabbing a glass on the tea table.

The servant grabbed her arm and shook her hands nervously: "Miss, don't fight, don't fight!"

Thera held the cup high above her head, and then threw it to the ground with all her strength! The cup fell to the ground, and the fragments scattered and splattered. The huge cracking sound was shocking.

Thera looked at the glass fragments on the ground coldly and said word by word, "If you dare to force me again, we will die together!" Thera looked at him with disgust. It seemed that she would never look at him again. She passed them and walked upstairs.

He was obviously frightened by her behavior just now. He couldn't say a word. Looking at the glass fragments on the ground for a while, he seemed unable to believe what Thera had just done to him.

This was the second time she hit him, hit him with her head, resist him, and even dare to threaten him!

Cyril touched his forehead, and found the faint blood stain was on his finger. He slowly regained his consciousness and recalled what had just happened. The more he thought about it, the more angry he felt, and a terrible aura filled him.

The servant was at a loss and kept asking, "Young master, are you all right? How do you feel? I'll call the doctor now."

Cyril ignored the servant and stood there straight, suddenly laughing.

The servant felt even more frightened when she saw that he suddenly laughed.

Cyril laughed louder and louder. This girl was really interesting. Although she looked slender and thin , she had such a huge explosive force in her body.

She was like an explosive bomb.

Once touched, boom!

Cyril was relieved by the bomb, because he was tired of being flattered by others. Anyone in front of him, no matter men, women, aged or youth, all lost their original personality and fell under his power.

Gradually, everyone became the same face and the same temper in front of him. What he wanted was a person with personality, a person with thoughts, or a person who was not afraid of power!

This girl was exactly the person he like. She had not been corrupted by this society.

Only in the social position of Cyril, who had seen through all kinds of people, could understand how valuable it was to be able to resist temptation and adhere to self.

Thera slammed the bedroom door.

The burning pain on her face reminded her of what she had just experienced. She rubbed her face with her hands and felt aggrieved, sad, angry and embarrassed.

She didn't understand what she had done wrong, which led her to encounter these experiences and such a demon.