"What did you do to her?" The implication of these words couldn't be clearer, Joshua Hughes's heart felt like a bomb had been dropped on it, exploding with a blood-red vision before his eyes, filling his mind with ashes, not a single intact thought remaining.
In his eyes, cold as ice, freezing the blood threads within.
"She got drunk, I took her back to her room, couldn't hold myself back, I took her..." Beckett Wright murmured, a hint of bitter smile appearing at the corner of his mouth, "I will take responsibility..." It didn't really matter what he did or didn't do; what he wanted was merely a chance.
Joshua Hughes's face turned ashen gray instantly, his mind surged with waves like a tsunami, as if the entire world was about to collapse.
"She fell asleep at that time, knew nothing, whatever you have, come at me, don't hurt her..." Beckett looked at Joshua's terrifying demeanor, enough to make one's heart tremble with fear, not daring to approach.
