Chapter 2 The Ruthless Husband 2

• Afraid? Sure. I was afraid.
• I shut my eyes closed and tears flowed down from the corners of my eyes because of pain. I gritted my teeth and nodded. Then I curled my body and hoped to get away from him.
• The moment I moved, he grabbed on me tightly and inched in on me.
• "Ahh!" Humiliation, fear, desperation struck me. I didn't know from where did I summoned the courage and I struggled fiercely to break free to open a drawer by the bedside.
• Feng shui coins, peach-wood sword, etc, but they were all completely ineffective towards him although they were authentic!
• He sneered, seized my hands and forced it over my head.
• "Not only have you grown in two years... You are bolder now... You'd even dared to fight back..."
• When I woke up, the room was empty. I didn't even see his face...
• I was stunned momentarily and I helped myself up the bed. Just a simple movement and I felt a burning pain on my lower half.
• All of these reminded me that he came. It wasn't a dream but a continuum from the night two years ago.
• My phone on the bedside rang and I immediately swiped to answer it. It was a call from brother,
• "Qingxiao, hurry and open the garage! Father is hurt!"
• My heart skipped a beat. My father and brother went off station to settle a difficult matter. They hadn't been home for the past two days, but why would they get hurt?!
• I stumbled down the bed, but my legs softened like jelly and I doubled over to the floor.
• I felt a deep humiliation and even my internal organs felt sore.
• I wiped my tears off and dashed downstairs to press on the garage switch.
• Our house was situated near a commercial street. It was a 3-stories building with yard. This entire region was a unified planning commercial area and a small building like this costed a few million.
• However, father had no problem affording it. Our family had been pursuing the career related to netherworld, so we have generous collections of worldly wealth.
• The price was simply a shortened lifespan.
• Brother came back by his Hummer and I saw both him and father were stained in blood and mud. I couldn't help but shook in fear.
• "Qingxiao, don't panic. Hurry and prepare hot water. The hotter the better." Brother ordered me and carried father upstairs.
• This was a rare situation and I had completely no idea what happened to them..
• I was boiling water in the kitchen. However as I was exhausted both in body and in mind, I carelessly burnt my hand. And my right hand was blistered.
• I paid no heed to it and rushed upstairs with the hot water to check out on my father.
• Father didn't look good. He bit his lips tight and his eyes were a blood shot red with veins. He shook his head but said nothing to me.
• Brother understood him and rid me out of the room.
• I sat right by the door outside and I heard a painful shriek from inside. As if a beast was wailing when they were cut open to bleed.
• I hugged my head and shrunk my body. Eighteen years old was a time of vibrant youth, whence others were enjoying their freedom as well as the rebellion to authority. But why was I enduring an ill-use from a phantom and dwelt in the horrors on daily basis...
• He came again that night.
• Struggles and protests were pointless. No matter how I made a noise, my father and brother couldn't hear me from downstairs.
• The only thing I could feel was pain and powerlessness.
• And also his warmthless chest and strong arms.
• But I dared not open my eyes.
• He laid on me and drew his face closer to my ears. When I tried to keep away from him, my cheek came in contact with a hard, cold mask. It felt like the ones used in Taoist temples, a grimace mask with monstrous expression and baring fangs.
• "What happened to your hand?" His cold and deep voice rung and he lifted my chin. Forcing an answer.
• "Burned... burned by hot water..." I shut my eyes and winced under his body.
• The hard, cold sensation overpowered and violated me. I had nowhere to hide nor place to run.
• He didn't say anything anymore and right before I fainted, I felt him licking my wound with his soft, wet tongue.
• The next morning, I saw father basking himself under the sun. The reason he couldn't speak last night was because he had a bronze amulet in his mouth.
• Once he saw me, he chortled, "Finally, I can speak now. Almost died of frustration."
• This old man... Was nagging more important than his own life?
• I forced a smile. However my eyes were sore and once I smile they teared up.
• "Qingxiao, what's wrong? Why do you look so pale?" Father noticed my discomfort.
• I couldn't help but think that my 'husband' was just so ferocious. Every time when he came on me I felt like dying. Could he intended to do so? And it was just his way of taking my life was a little peculiar.
• Now we had blood pact and betrothal gift. My final step was to die and finish our wedding, right?
• When I thought that I might be dying, I was dispirited and I told father, "Father, he came..."