All Out Of Love

"Carlos, please stop... I have a boyfriend!"

Celia cried out in shock.

In a desperate attempt to prevent the threatened carnage, Celia covered her body with whatever cloth her fingers could grasp.

"Boyfriend? Did he ever touch you?"

They were so close to each other that Celia could feel the anger in his voice.

"No, No. Ron isn't that kind of man,"

she murmured. That man had always been very warm and gentle.

"Ron? It sounds like you guys are very close."

The man smiled again, but the residual coldness in his face made Celia more anxious. Her breaths came in sharp pants and she tried to gain control, but nothing was working.

"Carlos, please stop! Even if I... Even if I had unknowingly given myself to you before, you can't force me... Hmmm..."

Before she could finish her words, Carlos slammed his lips into hers.

Celia, however, had no idea that Carlos would be so jealous to find that she was already involved with someone else.

His cold eyes immediately showed his firm determination.

"As I've said before, I don't take 'no' for an answer!"

Celia widened her eyes in horror. She hadn't even had the chance to be intimate with Ron.

She gaped at Carlos in stunned disbelief and then she tried to push him away with all her strength, but all her resistance did was arouse the man's desire to conquer and subdue her.

He grabbed her waist with his strong hands, allowing her no room to retreat.

Feeling ashamed and violated, she helplessly tried to be rid of him, but she was firmly imprisoned in his arms.

No matter how hard she resisted, her efforts were all in vain.

Celia was white as chalk. Her eyes and her mouth were frozen wide open in an expression of stunned surprise.

What she needed was some air!

"Exhale... inhale..."

was the bitterness in her eyes or the feeble strength of her body that suddenly drove the man to

as if the very sight

and gasped terribly, groaning out a little as air finally entered her

Celia, who was gasping for air and his desire to have her grew even

the sense of familiarity that

what was about to happen excited

the other hand, was in a total mess. The kiss just now made it clear to her that she resented this man, but then why did she

man whispered, "It's been a

away and glanced at the scissors on the ground. Celia realized that this might be her

picked up the scissor and pointed it at the man's chest. Her movement was clean and properly executed with precision

from me or you'll regret

'Right hand!'

intently at her hand and

hand! But not

squinted his eyes at her, as if trying

'It can't be!'

as it had been years ago. The way she gripped his arm with her slender fingers; the

his gaze towards

her mind. Although she could clearly see the expression on his face, his presence was enough to

the silence. Celia couldn't tell whether he was angry or not from his voice, so she remained silent. Carlos took this as

be able to pierce

tightened her grip on the scissors.

gave him no response, the man lowered his head in

he spoke, the angrier Celia got because she knew he was just trying to distract her

man of his stature, Celia was at a complete loss of

going to get one shot

her on as he stepped closer to

started screaming hysterically and

there followed a palpitant moment while she held

and strong and stained the man's white shirt, like

a moment, it felt as though time had slowed

landed on the floor. A scream of pure agony filled the

the bleeding man in utter disbelief,

broke into the

grabbing the bed sheet from the floor and

"Get out!"

almost