Anovel of crazy monaliza chapter 43 by summer's spark
He started unhooking his belt, the sound of the leather sliding through the buckle sending a shiver down Yuri's spine.
'OHHHH!! She'll give him a doggy!!!!!!' She thought, her heart throbbing hard on her chest.
Scott's eyes locked onto Yuri's, his gaze piercing and unyielding.
His grip on the end of the belt tightened, his fingers wrapping around the supple leather.
"Remember, I warned you not to go close to her, right?" he asked, his voice cold and detached.
Yuri's face twisted in confusion, but she wasn't given the time to process anything.
In a swift, merciless motion, the belt landed on her skin, the sound of the leather striking her flesh echoing through the room.
The impact was so brutal, the force of the blow sending her stumbling backward.
"Argh!!!!" she released a painful scream of agony as the pain registered into her brain.
The belt had struck her across the chest, leaving a sickening, purple line etched across her delicate skin.
The mark was already beginning to swell, the flesh around it turning a deep, angry red.
But Scott didn't stop there.
With a relentless ferocity, he continued to flog her, the belt rising and falling in a rhythmic, merciless motion.
"Ahh!!!!
"Please.........stop!!!!!!"
"S...C..ott"
"Argh!!!!!!!! .......pleaseeeee."
Her cry follows the belt every stroke, with every latches she screams in agony.
Each blow landed with a sickening thud, the sound of the leather striking her skin echoing through the room like a deadly mantra.
Yuri stumbled and fell, her body wracked with pain as the belt continued to lash down on her.
"Please!!!!!!!......... Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!" She tried to protect herself, her arms raised in a futile attempt to deflect the blows, but Scott was relentless.
The belt struck her again and again, each blow landing with precision and force.
As the beating continued, Yuri's cries grew weaker, her body beginning to shut down under the relentless onslaught.
"Cough....cough.....cough" She started to cough, great, racking spasms that shook her entire body.
And then, in a horrific, terrifying moment, she started to cough out blood.
The sight seemed to snap Scott out of his frenzy.
He stopped, the belt hanging limp in his hand, as he gazed down at Yuri's broken, battered form.
For a moment, he stood there, his chest heaving with exertion, his eyes fixed on the way he had just brutalized her.
And then, without a word, he turned and walked away, the belt still clutched in his hand.
He halted by the door and turned to his shoulder,
"Last warning!!! Yuri. I promise to give you exactly what you want if you go any closer to her, she's my heart and I don't play with that part of me " his voice came out so deadly.
With that word said, He walked out of the house, the door closing behind him with a soft, deadly click.
Yuri lay where she had fallen, her body broken and battered, her weak eyes staring at the door he had just walked out of.
She spit out a mouthful of blood and smiled sinisterly, her hatred for that bitch just doubled up.
"I'll cause you the same pains, bitch!!! I'll make you wish you never came to Earth, you'll be so sorry for life itself. Watch how I destroy you" she sneered, her teeth colored red as she smiles deeply...............
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THE NEXT MORNING*
SCOTT'S PENTHOUSE __6AM
"Hm-mm" a soft groan left Lisa's lips, as she tried stirring but her body tensed up, sensing a sudden weight on her waist.
She swiftly woke, raising her head to behold a sleeping god beside her.
Disoriented, she struggled to recall how she ended up in bed.
Her last memory was of drifting off to sleep on the couch in the living room, then.....
Scott's arms were wrapped around her waist, holding her close.
Lisa's gaze softened as she took in the sight of him.
She slowly leaned in, her lips brushing against his neck in a gentle kiss.
Her hands trailed up his chin, her fingers tracing the contours of his face.
Her eyes roamed over his features, drinking in every detail.
His full eyebrows, perfectly shaped, framed his eyes, which even in sleep seemed to hold a deep intensity.
Her gaze lingered on his long eyelashes, soft and inviting. Soo damn cute!!
Medusa! How would a baby boy with him look like!!
The straight line of his nose led her eyes to his plump lips, so tempting and inviting.
She couldn't resist; she slowly leaned in, her lips meeting his, in a soft and gentle kiss.
But Scott's response was so immediate and intense.
His arms tightened around her waist, pulling her closer as he deepened the kiss.
His lips moved against hers, madly wet, passionately, and Lisa found herself responding in kind.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, sitting up on his torso as they kissed.
The world around them seems to melt away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the passion of the moment.
they soon broke apart to catch their breath and Lisa yelped in surprise when she felt something very hard poking her from beneath.
Her face reddened immediately it registered what exactly it is.
"Good morning," she whispered, her voice a bit low but sweet.
Scott's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled at her.
"Blessed mornings, my beautiful little flower," he replied, his voice husky and intimate.
His hands slowly found their way around her waist, positioning her properly on his hardened groin.
She caused it, it's fair if she pleases it!!
Lisa's eyes widened, and her mouth dropped as she felt his hardened length almost pushing into her p*$$y.
"W...hat ar...e you doi...ng?" she stuttered, her both cheeks already aflame.
Her body trembled slightly, caught between surprise and raw arousal.
Scott's gaze locked onto hers, his eyes burning with desire.
"You raised it, now ease it" he whispered, his breath hot against her ear.
"Make it go down " he whispered, as his arms left her waist and slowly folded behind his head.
"Hmm....I don't know how to!!" She whimpered with a pout and he smiled.
" Do whatever you have to but you ain't leaving this bed until it sleeps" he stated closing his eyes.
She bit her lower lips and gazed down at the thing growing inside his pants, she gazed back at him and poked it with her finger.
He opened one of his eyes and peed at her, she bit her finger and poked it again.
"Sleep!!" She whispered and he nearly laughed!!
You have gat to be kidding right now??
He closed his eyes back and sighed softly.
"It won't sleep like that if you don't touch it, little mouse. He needs you!!" He said breathlessly and her eyes shifted to him.
"I don't know how to make it sleep" she whimpered in a baby's voice, jumped down the bed and rushed into the bathroom.
"Cute!" Scott whispered within laughter, laughing loudly.
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HOSPITAL_10AM.
Ayra's eyelids fluttered open, and she turned her head to see Stryker seated beside her hospital bed, his hands clasped around hers, and his head resting on their locked fingers.
A faint smile spread on her lips as she reached out with her free hand, gently caressing his hair backward.
She knew he'd always come for her;
he's always there, and she had no doubt he'd always be there.
Stryker groaned softly, stirring from his slumber, raising his head, his dark brown eyes locked onto Ayra's weak ones.
Immediately he registered She's awake, he sprang to his feet, his eyes lighting up with unbridled joy.
The doctor said, she's fine but the sedative was too harsh to her system.
Slowly, his hands cradled her both cheeks as he leaned in, placing a tender kiss on her temple, followed by gentle pecks on both cheeks.
Finally, he claimed her lips in a brief, yet passionate kiss. Ayra's face lit up with a wide smile as he broke away from the kiss.
"Why am I...?" she began, her voice weak, but Stryker's eyes darkened, his expression turning intense.
"Hospital," he muttered, his voice low and husky.
"How were you kidnapped, and what's your involvement with Yuri?" he questioned, his eyes narrowing as he awaited her response.
Ayra's eyes widened, and she raised an eyebrow.
"Yuri??? Trust me, I hate that bitch more than shit!! I'm not involved with her," she muttered, her gaze searching Stryker's.
He cupped her cheeks, his forehead pressing against hers.
"I want you to stay twelve feet away from her, understood?" he whispered roughly, his breath fanning her face.
She nodded, her eyes trailing over his features.
She missed him so much, and he'd only just left her for a single day and it feels like eternity.
A sudden question burned at the tip of her tongue, and she couldn't help but voice it.
"How did you know I was taken?" she asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.
Stryker's lips curled into a smirk, his eyes gleaming with a fierce possessiveness.
"No one takes my woman on my watch!!" he snarled, the words sending a shiver down Ayra's spine.
Her heart limped a beat as she heard the words 'my woman,' a sense of joy and belonging washing over her.
She slowly wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him closer.
Let's get your discharging paper ready!! I'm taking you home he whispered and walked towards the door.
He pulled it open and a Brock looking man appeared at the entrance.
"Arrange the papers, I'm taking my baby home tonight." He whispered before shutting the door and turned towards her.
She flashed him a smile, her both cheeks burning!!
He carried a jug from a cupboard and filled a glass with water, before walking towards her.
She sat up and collected the cup, she quenched her thirst with the water before handing him the glass.
"My friend!!! I hope she's fine"
"The basket mouth or which one, you actually don't have normal friends??" He questioned and her eyes widened.
"What????"
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FIRST CLASS OF THE DAY_2PM*
Lisa is seated attentively in her first lecture, her eyes fixed on the teacher as she scribbled notes on the board.
The classroom was filled with the quiet murmur of students taking notes and the occasional rustle of papers.
Suddenly, the door swung open and the two proprietors, Mr. McLean and Mrs. Johnson, walked in, their faces stern and serious.
"Monalisa Lockwood," Mrs. Johnson called out, her voice firm and commanding.
"You are to report to the principal's office immediately."
Lisa's heart skipped a beat as she stood up, her eyes scanning the room as if searching for an escape.
what she had done this time around, she can swear she hasn't broken anyone's nose yet.
'Goodness!' she thought to herself, a hint of worry creeping into her mind.
She slowly arranged her books into her bag, the sound of pages rustling and zippers zipping filling the air.
She slung her bag over her shoulder, the weight of it digging into her skin.
With a deep breath, she turned towards the exit, her feet carrying her reluctantly towards the principal's office.
As she walked out of the classroom, she still couldn't help but wonder what lay ahead.
What had she done to warrant a summons to the principal's office?
Her mind racing with possibilities, she made her way down the hallway, her footsteps echoing off the lockers.
Getting to the front of the principal office, she released a soft knock before entering immediately she heard a 'come in'
Entering the office a man was seated in front of the principal, clad in a black suit. He looks like those elite people in movies.
She slowly sat down not even remembering she needed to be asked to sit first.
"Good morning ma'am," she greeted the proprietress, who was staring daggering at her.
"Good morning, MonaLisa" the proprietress replied with clutched teeth.
"Mr kain here, is here to see you" she said, pointing to the man beside her.