After My Lover Destroyed My Voice, I Destroyed His Life

From his eyes, I saw a chilling resolve that sent shivers down my spine. My body shook as hot tears streamed down my face, and it felt like a beast was roaring inside my chest.

"Brody Warren, how dare you do this to me? I'm calling the police! I'm calling the police!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, my voice slicing through the air.

Brody laughed icily, stepping closer and forcing my mouth open. He whispered, "Go ahead, call them if you want, but not before you drink this medicine."

With terror in my eyes, he forced the liquid into my mouth.

I struggled desperately as the medicine slid down my throat, but it was no use. An unbearable burning sensation flared up, and I screamed in agony.

Within moments, my screams grew weaker, the fiery pain spreading like wildfire.

When I tried to scream again, I found my voice was gone.

In that moment of realization, it felt as if every part of my body, every drop of blood, was silently screaming.

There was a time when I believed Brody was my savior, pulling me out of darkness and into the light.

Now, he was the one dragging me into even deeper despair.

Perhaps the sight of my misery frightened him.

Brody untied the ropes that bound me and pulled me into his arms.

His eyes were red, and he hoarsely repeated apologies over and over.

"Hold on, just a little longer, it'll get better soon."

"Don't be afraid, I'll take care of you. I'll always be by your side..."

"This is the last time..."

"Once this is sorted, we'll owe her nothing, trust me."

He seemed to be explaining to me, but also trying to reassure himself.

With tears streaming down my face, I pushed him away, wanting to speak but unable to make a sound.

The intense pain surged through my chest as I desperately clawed at my throat, trying to vomit, but nothing came up.

Seeing this, a flash of guilt crossed Brody's face, and he quickly pulled me back into his arms.

"Don't do this, Anastasia, it's okay if you can't sing, you've got me..."

I glared at him with reddened eyes, feeling as though my heart was being torn apart, suddenly filled with an overwhelming hatred for this man.

I hated his hypocrisy, his cruelty, and most of all, my own helplessness.

Perhaps frightened by the hatred in my eyes, he released me with trembling hands, a flicker of panic in his gaze.

I collapsed weakly to the floor, the pain in my throat making it hard to breathe.

But the despair was even more suffocating.

It was over, everything was over.

Realizing this, my eyes widened in emptiness, tears cascading down my cheeks.