His love

“Don’t worry, Mico. I’ll avenge you!” Enan stuffed a plece of cloth into her mouth to prevent Willow from biting again. 

In truth, Willow didn’t have the strength to bite anyone anymore. She had exhausted all her energy. Now, she could only lie on the bed helplessly. 

However, she felt relieved. If she hadn’t bitten Mico, she would have been better off dead. Now, even if she couldn’t escape the torture, at least she didn’t go down without a fight. 

Willow’s face was swollen on one side. Thus, they had to find a good angle to capture the side of her face that wasn’t swollen. 

The frequency of the shutters became faster, and Willow knew that the photos taken would only become more unbearable to look at. 

But there were some things that she was powerless to change even if she wanted to. 

At that moment, she finally understood why Nicola sought death that day. 

She hadn’t even been physically violated by those men yet, and she was already miserable as it was. And according to Skyler, Nicola was… 

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Just when Willow thought her fate was sealed, the locked door was suddenly kicked open. Matthew stomped in with a dark look 

Willow turned around, staring at the tall man in a daze. 

For a moment, she felt like the Matthew who had been through thick and thin with her had returned. The same Matthew who had protected and joked around with her. He also promised never to let anyone hurt her. 

In her daze, Willow couldn’t distinguish between reality and memory. 

In her confusion, she saw Matthew kicking Kiran off her while Mico tried to stab him. However, before he could get close to Matthew, the knife was kicked away from his hand and fell out the window. 

Later, she saw Finn and Enan being beaten to a bloody pulp. 

After realizing they were no match for Matthew, they didn’t even bother to pick up the fallen camera. Instead, they ran out of the house after grabbing their clothes. 

Willow finally lost consciousness from her exhaustion. She felt like she was still in the dungeon, relying on Matthew and Aaron for survival as Nicola waited eagerly for her return. 

And all of this seemed nothing more than a ridiculous dream. 

If it wasn’t a dream, Aaron and Nicole wouldn’t have left her alone. They promised to be together forever. They wouldn’t break their promises. 

And if she wasn’t dreaming, Matthew would have never hurt her multiple times, even though he swore to protect her. They had vowed to protect each other forever, even if they weren’t blood–related. 

If this wasn’t a fucking dream, Zayn would still treat her like a daint flower instead of killing the child in. her womb for some stupid bitch. He wouldn’t even have abandoned Aaron. 

Willow would rather believe that she was caught up in a nightmare. Once she woke up, Aaron, Matthew, Nicola, and Zayn would be there. 

“Willow!” 

Seeing that the cloth in Willow’s mouth was stained with blood, Matthew hurriedly removed it. He took off his coat and covered her exposed body, then tightly hugged her. 

He knew he should be loyal to Wilhelmina and stay away from Willow, who had wormed her way into his heart. But at that moment, he couldn’t stop himself. 

Matthew couldn’t stop the way his heart ached for her. He couldn’t wipe away the yearning to have her to himself and be one with her forever.