Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All novel Chapter 96

Chapter 96: 96-Take It Out, It Hurts

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"Can you please just fucking take it off my back?" I suddenly screamed. I couldn’t understand what had come over me.

I guessed my sharp persona had slipped through the cracks every time the bat bit me.

He finally started walking toward me.

The moment he crouched behind me, my whole body tensed.

I quickly clutched the front of my shirt, making sure it did not slip, even though that was exactly what I was supposed to let happen to distract him.

I don’t know. That was the weirdest thing about him. I was so scared of him that I feared anything happening between us.

At the same time, that was exactly why I was here.

I then felt his grip on my back. He grabbed the bat and pulled it off me.

"Ah!" I screamed before collapsing to my knees.

It seemed he had only pulled the bat away because I could still feel something embedded in my skin.

It was the most uncomfortable sensation I had ever experienced.

"Wait, don’t move," Ragnar said.

I glanced over my shoulder and noticed his shadow growing larger as he crouched behind me again.

"I have to pull them out one by one," he stated, making my heart skip a beat.

"What do you mean by one by one? How many bats are there?" I complained, biting my bottom lip as my eyes filled with tears.

"Teeth. I was talking about the teeth," he replied through gritted teeth, correcting me.

"Ughhh! It burns so much," I cried, still kneeling on the ground.

"Give me your phone. It is too dark in here." He stretched his hand out, and I quickly handed him my phone after unlocking it.

While he was turning on the flashlight, I couldn’t take it anymore and did what felt right.

I reached behind me and unclasped my bra.

The bite marks were in such an awkward spot that every little movement made the bra strap rub against it or even cover it.

Unclasping it seemed like the sensible thing to do.

But I noticed Ragnar had stopped moving for a brief moment.

His body did not radiate any heat. It was simply the awkwardness of the situation that had suddenly frozen him.

Before long, I felt the flashlight shine against my back, and I immediately wrapped my arms around myself.

When I looked up, I could see Ragnar’s shadow as he hunched behind me. I knew what he was doing.

He raised his hand toward my back, and then I felt his fingertips touch my skin.

I closed my eyes at the initial contact. Then I felt him trying to dig into my skin.

His touch was extremely rough, to be honest. I didn’t think he was trying to be careful or avoid hurting me.

He just wanted to get the job done.

"Ah," I winced, watching him pull his hand away.

Then I noticed his shadow shift as he reached into his pocket.

I turned my head to see what he was doing and watched him pull out a pocketknife.

"Okay, no," I said, instantly turning around.

As I did, while I held my dress against my chest with one arm, it slowly slipped off my shoulders.

"Stay seated," Ragnar hissed, almost angrily. "If you don’t want this thing buried deeper into you, then fucking stay still."

He raised the knife, pointing it at my face.

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