She gave me a cold rutheless look, "From the time you came to this world, you've ravaged everyone."
"Me... I... " I whined hard as she held my choppers ruthlessly with her limbs.
"SSSH! Get lost in your room" she screeched, whlist clutched me from my arm, turned the key of the room.
Yes, I am an adolescent, Who's guardians ceased to exist, ensuing an accident. Currently, with depraved aunt.
Subsequently, I cerebrated my life would decide on procuring after wedding bells.
I WAS MISGUIDED.
It became a blazing hell, inturn.
"YOU'RE STERILE" he bawled, while he latched on to my midriff.
"Ouch!" I clamored in affliction.
He flapped and turned my arm, "I AM GOING TO MARRY AGAIN!"
"And you'll see!" He added.
I appealed, "NO!!! DON'T DO THAT... "
He commanded, whilst held a knife in his hand over his wrist and threatened "COMPLETE...! Orelse I will suicide"
I uttered inarticulately "I.... Permit... "
He added, "Goood.... Continue..."
"I.... permit you. You can marry again" I sighed.
Giving an accursed smirk, he stated, "That's like my girl. You'll stay here. To serve me and my new wife."
How could you make the grade with one who's chalking up with other girls after hooking up you?