My Husband Wants Me Dead (Esther and Bradley) novel Chapter 531

Chapter 531 

Esther was livid and could not resist shouting, “You! Pervert!” 

Influenced by the effects of the drug, her voice carried a hint of coquettishness. 

“Damn it! I can’t stand it anymore!” The man’s lips moved closer to Esther’s, and she involuntarily retched at the nauseating smell of cigarettes and alcohol on his breath. 

Seeing this, the man grew even angrier and slapped Esther. “B*tch! What are you playing at?” 

Esther’s mouth was instantly flooded with the metallic taste of blood. She spat at him with force, her voice seething with rage. “You’re pathetic! You’ve never been truly loved by a woman in your life, have you?” 

“Shut up!” The man’s eyes turned bloodshot as if Esther’s words had struck a hidden wound. 

Esther looked at him mockingly and retorted, “Do you even know what it’s like to be loved? Or to love someone? You don’t! You’re just an animal driven by lust.” 

The man grabbed Esther’s hair, yanking her head back to gaze into his blood-red eyes. “Woman, do you think I’ll let you go now?” 

Esther laughed coldly. “Let me go? You won’t! Humans possess restraint, but animals like you only know indulgence.” 

As Esther spoke, her fingers dug painfully into her waist. The sharp pain momentarily cleared her drug-hazed mind. 

The man’s eyes became even more terrifyingly red. He angrily grabbed a little glass bottle full of candies and forcefully stuffed the rest into Esther’s mouth. 

“B*tch, you think you’re tough? Let’s see how long you last!” 

The man got up, swaggered to his liquor cabinet, and poured himself a glass of red wine. 

Seeing the opportunity, Esther scrambled off the bed and stumbled toward the door, her movements unsteady and awkward. But when she finally reached it, her slender fingers trembled at the lock, unable to open it. 

“It’s an electronic lock. Without the fingerprint or code, you won’t be able to open it from the inside,” the man declared sinugly. 

Dizzy and disoriented, Esther stumbled barefoot into the bathroom and managed to lock the door behind her. Crouching feebly on the toilet, she desperately tried to force herself to vomit the candies she had just swallowed. 

It was futile. 

In a moment of despair, she turned on the cold shower, allowing the icy water to drench her. Her body shivered uncontrollably, yet the frigid water only fueled the fire within her. She felt as though she was lost in a scorching desert, forsaken and desperate. 

‘Save me. Who will save me?” 

Esther sat in a bathroom corner, holding her knees close. Her whole body burned, and her blood felt like it was on fire. She bit her arm, tasting fresh blood mixed with cold water.