Chapter 4
But by then, I couldn’t understand anything anymore.
Somewhere deep in my subconscious, I just assumed Chris wasn’t happy with the position.
So, with trembling arms, I slowly turned over and spread myself open–completely, fully- facing him.
That’s when he finally noticed the angle of my leg, bent almost 90 degrees the wrong way.
He froze, completely stunned.
Even Lillian’s crying in his arms didn’t pull his attention away.
“Willette, how could you go this far? Are you seriously hurting yourself just to compete with Lillian?”
But I didn’t understand him. I only saw that he still wasn’t mating with me.
Starving and desperate, my eyes turned bloodshot as I crawled toward him, inch by inch, us- ing what little strength I had left.
He stared, confused, as I reached for his belt, fumbling with it, trying to initiate what I thought he wanted.
“Enough, Willette! I’m Lillian’s husband now. How can you be this shameless?” he snapped.
I tilted my head, staring at the anger on his face. I thought maybe he still didn’t like this posi- tion.
But I was too weak to try another.
So instead, I raised a hand and motioned awkwardly, mumbling, trying to ask him for food.
“Willette, you…”
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He grabbed my hand like he wanted to say something more.
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Seeing this, Lillian bit her lip hard, then suddenly started sobbing and hitting her stomach.
“This is all my fault. I’m the one who made Willette end up like this. Maybe I should just die with the baby. That way, Chris, you won’t be stuck in the middle.”
As she spoke, she moved to throw herself against the wall. Chris stopped her just in time, grabbing her and pulling her into his arms, eyes full of pain.
But when he looked at me, his expression twisted into something dark and resentful.
“Willette, cut the crazy act and apologize to Lillian. Now.”
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The old me would’ve done exactly what he said and apologized right away.
But now, with my mind broken, I just lay there, limp and confused.
Before Lillian could react to the lack of apology, the sound of footsteps echoed from the en- trance of the cave.
The bodyguards outside started shouting, their voices panicked.
“Boss! You need to get out, he’s back! The savage is back!”
Chris frowned, confused, and glanced over at me.
“How is that thing still alive? Didn’t you kill it?”
But before he could get an answer, he watched in disbelief as the savage–who he was sure I’d taken care of–walked casually into the cave, carrying the torn–open carcass of a deer on its shoulder.
And I, desperate for food, crawled toward the creature on all fours.
Then, like it was natural, I submitted beneath it, pressing myself low to the ground, and be- * gan to lick it.
Chris’s voice exploded behind me, furious.
“Willette! What the hell are you doing?!”
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