Not A Small-Town Girl

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“You disgusting traitor!"

The slap was so hard it echoed through the room.

The woman’s dazed expression cleared slightly as

she tried to speak, but the sight of the half-naked men

behind Geoffrey made her blood run cold.

“Geoffrey, wait, it’s not what you think! They forced

me, | was drugged, | didn’t want to—" she

stammered, her voice desperate.

But Geoffrey was beyond reason. In his fury, he

slapped her again, and again. Each strike left her face

swelling, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

“Shut up, you lying slut," he spat. "You really think I’ll

believe you? You’re nothing but a piece of clothing to

me. | wear you when | want, and | discard you when

I’m done. And now you betray me?"

----

His hands were around her throat now, squeezing as

the anger overwhelmed him.

His hands were around her throat now, squeezing as

the anger overwhelmed him. "You think you can get

away with this?" he growled, his grip tightening.

The woman’s’face turned purple as

she gaspe air, her hands weakly

clawing aWhis wrists. Her vision o

blurred, did she was sure this was

the end, but just as her vision Went

darkshe suddenly released her.

----

He tossed her aside like a rag doll, coldly muttering,

“Those who betray me always pay the price."

The woman lay on the floor, coughing and gasping,

her eyes streaming with tears. She wanted to speak,

to explain, but the terror in Geoffrey’s eyes told her all

she needed to know—she was finished.

Geoffrey, seething with rage, turned his attention to

the men, ready to make them pay. But by the time he

looked around, they were gone.

He stormed out of the room, too furious to stay, but

before he could leave, the woman grabbed at his pant

leg.

"Geoffrey, please, don’t leave me! You said you loved

me, you said you’d marry me! Was that all a lie?”

----

Her tears flowed freely now as she clung to him,

desperate to hold onto the life she thought she had

secured.

Geoffrey looked down at her with cold, contemptuous

eyes, shaking his head in disgust. "You? Marry you?

You can’t even be a decent mistress, and you expect

me to marry you? You’re filthy."

With one harsh shove, he kicked her off and walked

away, leaving her sobbing in a heap on the floor.

Outside, the men who had been in the room with the

woman were now messaging their employer, grinning

as they saw the balance in their bank account rise.

[We’ve done our job. The man has seen everything. If

you need us again, we’re available.]

The message sent, they received no reply.

----

Geoffrey, stil seething, jumped into

his car aXd sped off. His heart was

pounding, his mind consumed.by

angerHe couldn’t believe what he’d

justs itnessed. How dare she? How

dare anyone do this to him?

His hands gripped the wheel so tightly that his

knuckles turned white. He floored the accelerator,

determined to calm down with a drink at his usual

club.

But as he sped through a busy intersection, a

massive truck barreled toward him. His heart skipped

a beat, and panic surged through his veins as he

slammed on the brakes, trying to swerve out of the

way.

----

The truck, however, was too fast, and it collided with

Geoffrey’s car. The impact sent him flying, the car

flipping and skidding across the road, leaving him

unconscious and badly injured.

Within moments, people had

gathered aretnd, calling for an

ambulance as gasoline leaked frog

the wreckage. Fearing an explosion,

bystamuers scrambled to drag

Geoffrey from the car, desperately

tryifig to save his life.