Quinn was dead set that Sam should properly reflect on his behavior, and her voice calm as she spoke. "Think about it."
To be precise, she was indifferent toward Sam—as she always had been.
She tried to open the door again, and when she could not, she snapped, "Could you please open the door? I'm getting off—Ah!"
She yelped as she felt a tremendous pressure on her arm—Sam had suddenly pulled her with brute strength towards himself, and she landed squarely on his stiff chest.
It hurt, but even before she could resist or free herself, Sam's face descended on hers, and he bit down viciously on her lips.
The pain left her tears rolling right then, just as she could taste blood.
But Sam was not letting her go and continued to vent all his fury on her body.
After a long while—and Quinn had no way of telling how long—Sam finally pulled away, his haze still icy as he watched her lips dyed with a stark redness and the spot where he bit her smudged with bloodstains.
"Does it hurt?" he asked her then.
Quinn pursed her lips, but stayed silent.
"That's right. Hurts, doesn't it?" Sam asked, since he never expected a response from her. "You wouldn't be able to know how I feel otherwise…"
Quinn laughed coolly.
His feelings were hurt? Just from a couple words?!
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