Antonio's head snapped up, his expression shifted from anger to shock. He dropped the maid and dashed out of the room heading outside. His heart was racing! How could she come back to a place she hated so much? Had she changed her mind? Outside the building, Angela stepped out of the car, surprised to see every servant with their faces glued to the floor in a bow, shaking and silent cries whispering in the air. The thick bloodstain across the floor. Damon got out of the car too, he exchanged glances with Angela like they communicated words to each other. He walked to her and took her hands. Just then, the main entrance door was pushed open with force. Antonio was standing there frozen for a second, as if he had seen a ghost staring down at them. Angela wondered what happened to him, soaked with blood and fresh cuts. Then he stormed toward them, his fury barely contained. Angela glitched nervously, unsure what her punishment would be, but since Damon told her that Antonio would never kill her, she had a bit of hope. “Antonio, you have to take it easy on her. She just wanted to visit her family so I took...” Antonio walked past him ignoring his presence and grabbed Angela's wrist heading to his mansion. Angela looked back at Damon in fear as she was being dragged, tears filled her eyes. Damon wouldn't help her... that's their plan, she is back to this place she hated so much because the man she loves wanted her to be. What will be her punishment? Another coma? What will he do to her this time? She met Antonio's grandmother in the hallway, and she didn't say a word. Antonio also pretended she was invisible and continued to drag her along. Finally, they got to his room and he kicked the door open. He shoved her to the wall. Angela blocked her face to shield herself from him but instead, he grabbed her face and kissed her. She was right about the kiss of Damon and Antonio. He kissed her like he was pouring his wrath into it. She could feel that he was communicating through it. When he finally released her, he stared into her wet eyes... his hands slowly moved up to pull the hair off her face then back to her lips, stroking the lower part of it. “Why?” He muttered against her lips and gulped hard, his gaze shifted from her lips to her eyes. “Why does it have to happen again, you are not even a blonde! You have no blue eyes... Why? Answer me!” Angela held the wall, trying not to panic as he continued his traumatic acts. “Fuck!” He laughed out loud in a horrifying way. Then he walked to his wine rack and took a bottle and a glass. He walked towards the couch pouring the wine into the glass. There he dropped down, his head tilted back. He breathed heavily. “You know my friends said lots of bullshit! That... that... I am in love! (laughs) how pathetic! Absurd!” He gulped down the whole wine in a shot. “I brought you here as a plaything... yet whenever I am with you... I feel weird... like I actually want to fuck you... to pleasure you... I thought I was just playing around but... they are right. I wanted you all to myself... I even lashed out to my grandma because of you. The old woman thinks I am on drugs... why is my life so fucked up!” The glass shattered on the wall, Angela flinched with her eyes closed. He stood up and walked towards her “Why don't I end everything and be free”. Angela's heart raced at the statement. “What are you going to do to me? I am not your problem?” She snapped afraid for her life as he got even closer. Antonio touched her face slowly and stared into her eyes. “Those eyes... they look at me with so much hatred and fear... it isn't the same way you looked at him... you won't even spare me a smile... I wonder what you did with him, you smiled at him, you laughed at his jokes... you tell him your problems, so he can take responsibility... why... why.. can't it be me?” Angela's eyes widened and he noticed. “What the hell am I saying! I am so fucking horny it got into my head!” He pulled away and laughed loudly then paused abruptly. “You may leave”. Angela couldn't believe her ears. “What?” “You heard me don't ever step a foot in this room again or I will fuck you so hard with no lube or protection. I will fuck you all night and all day, from the living room to the couch and from the couch to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic. I will make sure you gasp for air and beg for your life, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall. I will make sure you have the most toe-curling, back-arching, leg-shaking, fist-clenching, ear-ringing, mouth-drooling, ass-clenching, nose-sniffling, eye-watering, eye-rolling, hip-thrusting, earthquaking, sheet-gripping, knuckles-cracking, jaw-dropping, hair-pulling, teeth-jittering, body-numbing experience. I will snatch your soul till your cold body lays lifeless on my bed, never step a foot in this room”. His eyes staring into hers saying all that made her so scared she could feel chills all over. “Thanks”. Angela muttered and rushed out of the room, hand on her chest. On her way to her place, she found Grandma Elizabeth on the same spot. “Did he hurt you?” She asked, so concerned. Angela shook her head, face soaked with tears and fell on her feet. “I am so sorry... I am so so sorry it's all my fault”.