“You’ll come willingly?” James asked, arching a brow. His blue eyes were colder, more calculating. His body had more muscles and his face was pulled into a permanent sneer. The man who was once attractive to me was now a cold-blooded killer. A rapist. The devil in the flesh. A perfect representation of all that was evil in the world. And you’re going to go willingly? You are more stupid than you look. Let him kill the student.
“I’ll come willingly,” I said as I tucked my hair behind my ear.
“You BITCH!” he roared, pulling my arm out of socket as he glared at my engagement ring. He spun me and slammed me against the wall. I yelped in pain. “You’re mine! Not his! Filthy slut!” He pounded me against the wall causing my body to groan in agony. James grabbed my finger and yanked the ring from my hand, throwing it onto the floor like it was poison. He then twisted my left ring finger, breaking it painfully.
“STOP! Please!” I begged.
“Come on, you fucking bitch,” he snarled, pulling me out of the choir room. I stumbled behind him as we walked to a beat up red Ford Taurus. I recognized it as Ashleigh’s car from school. James pressed me against the car, pinning me against the cold metal. He snapped a pair of hand cuffs on my wrists. “Now, my pet, we’re going for a little ride. You sit in the backseat and don’t make a fucking sound. If you do, you’ll be gagged.”