Ignoring Valentine Teller's resistance, Mark Reed pulled her into the woods.
"Let me go back, I really don't want to go."
His violation of her had already instilled a deep-seated fear within her.
Even standing next to him made her body uncontrollably tremble.
Memories of humiliation would resurface in her mind without warning, tormenting her already fragile nerves.
If only he knew how to respect her, if he weren't so selfish, if he could consider her feelings, maybe she wouldn't be in such pain now.
The slanting moonlight shone on her face, pure and fair.
He turned to look at her, and although the glasses were annoying, the image of her from this morning had already rooted itself in his mind.
She was still that pure, beautiful girl.
Mark Reed teased with a smile, "Scared?"
She was scared, but unwilling to admit it, she remained silent.
