He looked down at me, sneered. "Break up? I don't agree. You think you can just leave because you want to?"
He stroked my cheek gently, then roughly dragged me onto the bed.
His voice was demonic, breath hot against my ear. "You think you can leave?"
He pulled a USB drive from his bag and waved it in front of my face.
"Be a good girl and stay my lover. I promise you're the one I love most—the others won't affect your position."
"Otherwise... this is full of our intimate videos. Want them leaked?"
He took a long drag of his cigarette and blew all the smoke directly into my face.
I choked, coughing violently.
His gaze was ice. "In this life, don't even think about leaving me. You have no other choice. You can only choose me."
"If you still want your reputation, endure it. Otherwise..."
He shook the USB drive.
To punish me for mentioning a breakup, he locked me in the house for a month.
I lived without daylight in that room.
My heart hurt until it split open. My tears ran dry.
I didn't know when he'd filmed those videos.
Every intimate moment between us—turned into leverage to threaten me.