The room was dark, no lights were on, but Daisy Ginger still saw the man strangling her neck.
His expression seemed filled with disgust and anger, looking at her as if she were some kind of trash.
Daisy's vision turned black in bursts, and the hand pressing on her neck almost instantly cut off her breath.
Just as she was about to suffocate, that hand suddenly loosened, followed by a fierce slap across her face.
Daisy's body shook slightly, she struggled to remain standing, tasting blood in her mouth and throat.
She slowly lifted her head, making eye contact with the man in front of her, then let out a faint laugh, "Are you angry because I didn't listen to you?"
She coughed lightly, swallowing a bloody spit, "Did you forget, I never had any obligation to listen to you?"
As time went on, her retinas got used to the dark, and Robert Stephens' face became clearly visible.
