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Priyank watched the tears spill from Priya’s eyes, observing how she forced them out, almost as if she were challenging him. It both frustrated and intrigued him that his presence alone couldn’t elicit genuine tears, especially after what she had done-leaving him. It felt like she was poking at his ego with her fake tears.

He couldn’t deny finding her tears somewhat cute, but the way she looked, it was exaggerated.

“Sweetheart, that’s not how you cry. Let me show you,” Priyank’s voice dripped with malice as he grabbed Priya’s hair and forcefully slammed her head into the wall, not exerting too much force but enough to leave her with a concussion.

“Ahhh!” Priya cried out in pain, feeling her face scrape against the rough surface of the wall.

Priyank pressed his body against hers, his aroused state evident as his hands tangled in her hair and pinned one of her hands behind her back. The side of Priya’s head began to bleed from the impact.

“See, I told you. If you don’t cry, you’re going to bleed, sweetheart. And I must admit, blood is quite tasty,” Priyank whispered, his chin resting on her shoulder as he licked the blood trickling down her head, savouring the taste.

‘Is he a vampire?’ Priya wondered, her mind racing with fear and confusion. As far as she knew, only vampires drink blood. The thought of a human drinking another human’s blood was horrifying.

“Please, let me go. What are you doing?” Priya groaned as Priyank bit down on her cheek.

‘Animal,’ she cursed silently, not daring to provoke him further, especially with his teeth dangerously close to her skin.

As Priya endured Priyank’s cruel actions, she felt a surge of revulsion and fear coursing through her veins. The pain from the bite on her cheek and the pressure of his body against hers left her feeling utterly helpless and violated.

Despite the agony pulsating through her body, Priya knew she had to remain composed. She couldn’t afford to provoke Priyank any further, not when he already had complete control over her. With each passing moment, she silently prayed for a chance to escape this nightmare and regain her freedom.

But as Priyank’s grip tightened and his actions grew more aggressive, Priya’s hope dwindled. She realised that she was at the mercy of a man consumed by darkness, a man who derived pleasure from her pain and suffering.

“You taste good, but I have to say, it’s addictive,” Priyank remarked as he licked clean the blood from Priya’s cheek, his tongue tracing over the area where he had bitten her, leaving behind a sizable mark.NôvelDrama.Org content.

Feeling the pain throbbing in her head and cheek, Priya’s eyes welled up with real tears. She had momentarily forgotten about the injury to her hand, so consumed was she by the agony Priyank inflicted upon her.

That was the impact of Priyank-he had a way of making her forget one pain by inflicting another, even more severe one.

It was true that Priyank struggled to express his emotions in conventional ways, and despite his attempts to show his affection to Priya, she had ultimately left him. So why would he care now?

‘As if you ever did anything the right way, even when it comes to showing emotions,’ his conscience taunted him.

The truth in those thoughts stung. He often found himself expressing emotions in all the wrong ways.

But when he claimed to have good intentions for her? It was a lie. In reality, all he harboured were malicious intentions towards her.

Despite this, he had attempted to restrain his temper with her, a concept foreign to him. Yet, she had perceived it as a weakness and exploited it. Now, he felt the need to seek revenge.

After all, hadn’t she made him suffer for a whole week without her? Wasn’t it only fair that she paid the price?

In his mind, the scales needed to be balanced. Priyank couldn’t shake off the resentment that had built up during the time he spent longing for her, only to be met with abandonment. The pain of her absence had festered into a desire for retribution.

“Now tell me, sweetheart. Did you miss me? This is the question I asked before, but received no reply. I’m asking again,” Priyank inquired, his voice laced with anticipation and a hint of menace.

‘No, I didn’t,’ Priya wanted to respond with defiance, to assert her independence, but her throat felt dry, and her words remained trapped inside. The overwhelming sensation in her head made it impossible to think clearly.

As Priyank yanked Priya’s hair back, forcing her head to tilt backward, she winced in pain.

“I can see that you didn’t miss me, but sweetheart, you can’t lie with that mouth of yours. Yet, you did fake your tears earlier, didn’t you? Now that’s disappointing. It hurts my feelings,” Priyank remarked, his words dripping with sarcasm and resentment.

Priya’s heart pounded in her chest as Priyank’s words cut through her like a knife.

Summoning all her courage, Priya met Priyank’s gaze with steely determination. “Maybe I did fake my tears,” she admitted, her voice trembling but her resolve unwavering. “But that doesn’t mean I missed you. I’ll never miss someone who inflicts pain and suffering upon others for their own twisted pleasure.”

Priya couldn’t understand why she had spoken those words. It felt like she was inviting her own demise, yet she couldn’t bring herself to lie.

Lies belonged to the realm of the devil, and she refused to descend to such depths. Raised on the teachings of her mother Mary, Priya held onto the principle that, as a human, lying was not an option.

Though fear may tempt her to hide or pretend, lying was a line she wouldn’t cross. She remained steadfast in following the moral compass instilled in her since childhood.

“Good girl,” Priyank praised, his tone dripping with condescension. “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear. You did well. Now, what’s next? Should I reward you with a prize, sweetheart?”

“I do need a prize. I want to go out,” Priya asserted, her voice laced with a mix of desperation and hope. “Thank you for offering the prize. I’m happy I won it. Please, let me go.”

“Ok.”