Chapter 33: Withstand the torture

Young master," the butler called out, his voice trembling with concern. But Liam didn't respond. He just kept walking, his eyes fixed on some point ahead.

Sofia's struggles grew more frantic as she realized she was being dragged deeper into the mansion. She kicked and punched, trying to break free from Liam's grip, but he held her fast.

Finally, they reached Liam's room, and he strode inside, Sofia still struggling in his grasp. He slammed the door shut behind them, and Sofia heard the sound of the lock clicking into place. She was trapped.

Liam's eyes seemed to burn with a fierce intensity as he gazed at Sofia. He took a step closer to her, his movements deliberate and menacing.

Sofia's heart was racing with fear as she realized she was completely at Liam's mercy. She tried to speak, to apologize, to plead with him to stop, but her voice was frozen in her throat.

Liam's grip on her wrist tightened, and he pulled her closer to him. Sofia's eyes were fixed on his, and she saw something there that made her blood run cold.

"You should have stayed away from me," Liam hissed, his voice low and deadly. "You should have know when to stop."

Sofia's eyes filled with tears as she realized she had pushed Liam too far. She had provoked him, and now she was paying the price.

Liam's face was twisted in a snarl, his lips curled back from his teeth. Sofia saw something in his eyes that made her heart skip a beat.

He was going to hurt her. He was going to make her pay for what she had done.

Sofia's thoughts were shattered as Liam's lips crashed down on hers with a fierce, primal motion. It was like being consumed by a wildfire, with flames that licked and devoured everything in their path.

Liam's kiss was brutal, unyielding, and merciless. His lips were hard and demanding, his tongue probing and invasive. Sofia felt like she was being ravished, like her very soul was being torn from her body.

She tried to struggle, to push Liam away, but he was too strong. He held her in place, his arms wrapped around her like a vice, his hands digging into her skin.

Sofia's mind was reeling, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of Liam's kiss. She felt like she was drowning, like she was being pulled under by a riptide of emotion.

And yet, despite the fear and the panic, Sofia couldn't help but feel a spark of desire. It was a tiny, traitorous flame that flickered to life deep within her belly, and it seemed to grow stronger with every passing moment.

Liam's kiss was like a key that had unlocked a door deep within Sofia's soul. And as she felt herself being pulled deeper into the abyss, she couldn't help but wonder if she would ever be able to escape.

The kiss was so fierce, so all-consuming, that the taste of blood filled their mouths. Sofia's lips were bruised and swollen, and Liam's teeth had cut into her lower lip, causing a trickle of blood to flow into their mouths.

The metallic taste of blood mingled with the sweetness of their lips, creating a flavor that was both repulsive and intoxicating. Sofia felt a shiver run down her spine as Liam's tongue probed the cut on her lip, sending a jolt of pain and pleasure through her body.

Liam's eyes were closed, his face twisted in a snarl of desire and anger. He was lost in the moment, consumed by his passion for Sofia. He didn't care that he was hurting her, that he was causing her pain and fear. All he cared about was claiming her, possessing her, making her his.

Sofia, on the other hand, was terrified. She was trapped in Liam's arms, unable to escape the fierce passion that was consuming him. She felt like she was being swallowed whole, like she was being pulled down into a dark and bottomless pit.

And yet, despite her fear, Sofia couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of excitement. She was turned on by Liam's ferocity, by the way he was taking her with such passion and intensity. She felt alive, felt like she was living on the edge of a knife.

Liam showed no mercy as he continued to kiss Sofia fiercely, his lips bruising hers, his tongue probing the depths of her mouth. Sofia's struggles grew weaker, her body beginning to succumb to the intensity of Liam's passion.

Despite the pain and the fear, Sofia couldn't help but feel a spark of desire ignite within her. Liam's kiss was like a wildfire, consuming everything in its path, leaving nothing but ashes and embers in its wake.

As they kissed, Liam's hands roamed over Sofia's body, his fingers digging into her skin, his palms burning with a fierce intensity. Sofia felt like she was being devoured, consumed by Liam's passion, his desire, his need.

The room around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in a sea of desire, of passion, of need. Liam's kiss was like a storm, raging and wild, leaving Sofia breathless, helpless, and completely at his mercy.

As Liam's kiss continued to ravage her senses, Sofia's weak body finally gave out. She felt herself being pulled down into a dark and endless abyss, her consciousness slipping away from her like sand between her fingers.

With a soft whimper, Sofia's body went limp, her head falling back against Liam's shoulder. Liam, still lost in the intensity of the moment, didn't even notice at first.

But as he felt Sofia's body relax, he slowly came back to himself. He pulled back, looking down at Sofia's pale face, her eyes closed, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.

Liam's expression softened, his eyes filling with concern. He gently laid Sofia down on the bed, his hands cradling her head, his fingers brushing against her cheeks.

He knew she had fainted, unable to withstand the torture he had inflicted upon her. A pang of regret shot through his chest as he calmly laid her down on the bed.

Pain and regret were etched on his face as he gazed down at Sofia's pale, unconscious form. He felt a wave of self-loathing wash over him, knowing that he had lost control and hurt the one person he was supposed to protect.

He looked down at himself, his body covered in bloodstains, blood still seeping from the wound on his hand. The sight of his own bloodied form seemed to snap him back to reality.

His face twisted in disgust, Liam turned away from Sofia and strode into the bathroom. He needed to wash away the physical evidence of his brutality, to cleanse himself of the shame and guilt that threatened to consume him.

As he stepped into the bathroom, the taste of Sofia's blood still lingered in his mouth, a bitter reminder of his own savagery.