Angela closed her eyes and covered her face with a pillow. “I can still feel the sensitivity of his hands all over me. I don't know how it happened, but I do… like him… I don't care anymore… if he is that monster, I just want to hold him and hear him crack up in my ear…it was so satisfying to the ears… I want to hear him moan my name again… tease my nipples and breathe hotly against my face.” She took the pillow off her face and opened her eyes. “I am going to tell him about my feelings, I have to…” Just then the door cracked open, giving her a jump start. She sat up on the bed, alerted, and her eyes focused on the direction the noise came from. She found Antonio standing tall at the door, his neck bent low to get through. When he finally stepped into the room, Angela could tell something was off with him; his aura was darker than she remembered. He was glaring down at her, his eyes red and cold, like a vicious predator… Monitoring prey. Angela knew trouble was incoming, so she became nervous and immediately spoke up. “Antonio…I…was wrong to…” He started walking towards her without saying a single word. Angela's heart raced faster. “I shouldn't have…” He began losing his shirt buttons, then his pants. In tears now, Angela looked up at him. “Can you at least listen to me… before … we continue… this is import…” A hand grabbed her face tightly and threw her onto the bed. Without giving her a chance to move a limb, his hand pressed her head down on the bed so hard she stopped breathing. Angela was terrified, fighting for air, she broke into a loud cry muted by her position. Just before she stopped struggling for air anymore, Antonio grabbed her hair tightly and raised her face up. Angela's voice broke into a loud cry, panic, and terror expressed in her cry, the last minute was a horrific struggle for air, with her nose sealed up in the bed. She was crying so heavily that her nose started dripping wet with mucus. “Listen to you?!” Antonio's voice thundered into her ear from behind. “No, you listen to me!” That voice! Angela recognized that voice! “I am sorry… Antonio… I am sorry.” She pleaded in tears, scared for her life. The horrors of their toxic bedroom episodes flashed back in her memories. Antonio pressed her again against the bed, but this time she managed to move her face to the side for air. Two hands locked behind, and her hips pushed forward, she was helpless; she couldn't fight and had no strength to even struggle with a man like Antonio holding her down like that. A giant shaft was pushed roughly into her tiny second hole. Angela's eyes widened, three times its actual size. “No…no…no…it can't go in.” A burning, sharp sensation, like a bleeding tear, was coming from behind her. She cried so loudly with her tongue out. So loud that if it were the Montero's Granny, she must have heard her and came to her rescue, but no help was guaranteed here. “It seems that no matter how good and nice I treat you, it's never enough for you, huh? You will always think about that jerk, Damon.” Antonio bit her on the back so hard, his teeth clenched against her flesh and his brows arched in fury. As he continued to pound her walls like he would break it down at any minute. “AAAAA! That's ….not true, please.” Angela yelled with her throat almost mute from crying and yelling too much. Antonio continued thrusting like he was pouring his anger into every thrust. His face and body were reddish, his heart beating faster than usual, as if he were having a panic attack himself. The veins in his hands were all visible, holding her hip in position and the other hand holding her two small hands together and stretched backwards painfully. “You think about him, you talk to him, my feelings mean nothing to you… how far will I stoop low for you… I made a fool out of myself!” He banged and banged. “I can't… take it anymore… I feel sick… I am begging Anto…….Anto..” She started coughing out loads of spit. “I am just being a fool thinking that you will be mine forever that I adjust to be a better man! Ha ha! A better man… how lame!” He could feel the hot heat from Angela's small hole as it was stretched badly, but he didn't stop… he was so angry, he put her hands down and grabbed her hips fully. He started slamming his monstrous cock, faster and faster… deep inside her like a jackhammer into the ground. Angela's hands clenched the sheeting, hitting the bed in pain, crying out loud. “I am done trying to be who I am not, I will treat you like them, you will fear me…and you will remember me for the rest of your life, if you live past this day!” Antonio growled angrily. “I'm begging you, Antonio.” Angela cried… her head was getting dizzy and dizzy… Her body soaked with tears and sweat…the air conditioner was nothing in this situation… at this point, she would wish to die… yet, she kept apologizing to her tormentor. “I love you, Antonio!” He paused abruptly, eyes wide open… in horror… beads of sweat all over him, rolling down his body. He let go of her waist and Angela's hip hit the bed, his cock slipped out. Angela was still crying, the white fluid dripping down from her hold. Her naked body was all pale and blood drained, crying with her face down. His tight grip left pink lines of his fingers on her hips. His pants increased,… two hands locked by her sides. Antonio was staring at her in horror like he had no idea what happened. Angela was crying the loudest, deepest cry her throat had ever made, and the fact that she was still apologizing was something Antonio couldn't understand. Why was she apologizing instead of cursing at him? Was she scared of dying, so she had no choice but to apologize? Suddenly, Angela felt warm drops of fluid on her back, sobbing uncontrollably she turned around, only to see Antonio crying silently, tears rolling freely down his face… without ceasing. Her eyeballs were too weak to enlarge at the shock of Antonio, swimming in tears. He wasn't drunk or anything but was straightforward crying like a child… that would be her first time seeing a man cry that much. “Antonio?” She said weakly and slowly touched his face with her shaking hands.