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Priya weakly raised her eyes and looked in the mirror, her face covered in wet cum, some dried patches clinging to her skin. Her lips were busted, blood staining her chin, signs of her struggle evident.

Her face appeared swollen on one side from being smashed into the wall. Overall, she looked messier than any real mess could ever be.

“You look so beautiful in my arms, with my cum, with the blood. Everything is enhancing your beauty over the top,” Priyank commented, his tone unsettlingly proud, like a twisted artist admiring his creation.

His satisfaction was showing on his face, his happiness evident as he basked in the aftermath of his actions. The stickiness of his dick screamed of ecstasy, his heart content knowing he finally had his “Angel” in his arms, wrapped in his cum.

For Priya, all she felt was weakness and bitterness on her tongue, her mouth throbbing in pain. She weakly begged, “Please… let me go now,” her voice barely audible amidst her discomfort.

All she wanted was to go home, to sleep and seek peace  in Mary’s arms, away from the humiliation she had endured. The pain on her face was visible in the mirror, contrasting sharply with the sinister happiness etched on Priyank’s face.

“I don’t think you would love to go back looking like this. It won’t even look good if you go like this. You should clean up first,” Priyank dismissed her words, his tone betraying his reluctance to let her go.

He didn’t want to admit it to her face, but he had no intention of releasing her just yet. That conversation would come later, after he had savoured this moment of twisted satisfaction, he had no mind in holding the conversion now .

He basked in the happiness of the present, unwilling to let anything spoil it. The energy radiating from his body was palpable. In the week of Priya’s absence, he had felt weak and strained with work. But now, all it took was one blowjob to erase all his worries.

Priya desperately wanted to speak, but her throat betrayed her, the pain and dizziness making it impossible. Her head throbbed with such intensity that all she wanted was to rest, to escape the agony.

She knew that if Mary saw her in this condition, it would only cause her foster mother tension and pain.

But she also dreaded the thought of going back with Priyank. His house was no safe space, and she feared what he might do to her. With no one to save her, her chances of returning to her own orphanage seemed slim. She felt trapped, torn between two undesirable options, both filled with uncertainty and danger.

“Sleep, sweetheart. You don’t have to think right now,” Priyank murmured softly, holding her head against his chest, urging her to rest.

Despite the pleasure he had derived from their encounter, he couldn’t ignore the realisation of how roughly he had treated her. It was a sobering thought, one that troubled him deeply. He couldn’t bear the idea of causing her harm, even though his darker impulses whispered otherwise.

Part of him revealed in the pain he had inflicted and craved to inflict more, but another part, a part he struggled to acknowledge, felt a pang of guilt. It was a foreign sensation, unfamiliar and unsettling, yet undeniably real.

His heart, once devoid of such emotions, now stirred with conflicting feelings for her. It was a sensation he couldn’t fully comprehend, leaving him torn between his desires and his conscience.

Priya closed her eyes without any resistance, allowing sleep to engulf her completely. She felt powerless, unable to bear the thought of enduring any further torment he might have in store for her.

Despite the danger she knew she was in, the warmth of his body helped calm her senses. She was aware of the risks, but in her weakened state, she couldn’t summon the strength to resist or fight back. It seemed futile to try, knowing it would only lead to further harm.

Priyank’s lips curved into a smile as he watched her snuggle into his arms, resembling a baby. She was his baby, his woman, perhaps even the mother of his future children. The thought of parenthood with Priya stirred conflicting emotions within him.

On one hand, he couldn’t deny the flutter of excitement at the idea of having children with her. Yet, on the other hand, he was unsure about his readiness for fatherhood. He didn’t particularly like children, and the prospect of handling both Priya, who was no less than a child herself, and their potential offspring seemed daunting.

His practical reservations, the thought of starting a family with Priya brought a sense of warmth and joy to his heart that he couldn’t ignore, no matter how hard he tried to rationalise it away.Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

‘I need to get her home. But how?’ Priyank pondered anxiously, his mind racing as he scanned their surroundings. The last thing he wanted was for his mother to see Priya in such a vulnerable state. It would only spell trouble.

Then, a flicker of memory sparked in his mind. He remembered seeing a gate when he had followed Priya here. Could they use it to slip out unnoticed from the back?

He couldn’t bear the thought of Daisy witnessing Priya like this. They had already been here for at least twenty minutes; surely Daisy and the girl accompanying Priya would start to notice her prolonged absence as a cause for concern, if they hadn’t already.

Without hesitating, Priyank swiftly opened the door and carefully carried Priya, who was limp in his arms, out of the washroom. With a sense of urgency, he guided her towards the gate he had noticed earlier, hoping it would offer them a way to slip away from the café.

As they approached the gate, Priyank glanced around nervously, checking to ensure they weren’t being followed. The weight of Priya in his arms felt heavier with each step, but he refused to let exhaustion slow him down.

Once he reached the gate, Priyank carefully pushed it open, relieved to find that it wasn’t locked. He stepped through, cradling Priya close to his chest, and glanced back one last time to make sure they hadn’t attracted any unwanted attention.

‘Good.’