Two seconds later, she felt something was off. She turned her head and saw Landon's hand still on her chest.
Her mind went blank again. Somehow, she found the strength and shot up from the ground.
Landon pulled his hand back, acting like he didn't notice her expression. He said coolly, "You better behave, or I can't promise I won't break you..." Before he could finish, a sharp slap echoed, cutting him off.
Landon tilted his head, his wet hair still dripping. He looked stunned, squatting there like a statue.
After what felt like forever, he slowly turned his head to meet Abigail's gaze, anger flaring in his eyes.Belonging to .
Abigail had acted on instinct. The numbness in her palm snapped her back to reality when she saw the anger in his eyes.
"Would you believe me if I said my hand cramped?" Abigail forced a smile.
What was she doing?!
She was a hostage, and she slapped Landon. What if he killed her in a rage?
Suddenly, Landon grabbed her neck with such force she couldn't breathe.
Abigail closed her eyes in regret and despair. This was really the end.
The next moment, Landon flung her by the neck, and Abigail fell back into the pool. The water she had just spat out filled her mouth again.
Her lungs once again bore the unbearable pressure, a burning sensation spreading through them.
The chains on her hands and feet dragged her down. The pool wasn't deep, only about 6.5 feet, but it was enough to drown her.
She wasn't afraid of death, but that didn't mean she wanted to die. Who in their right mind would want to die?
Besides, although Landon had kept her tied up these days, he hadn't done anything too excessive to her. She wasn't desperate enough to want to die. She started to struggle in the water.
But it was useless. The more she struggled, the faster she sank. Soon, she hit the bottom.
As she began to hallucinate, she suddenly felt her body lighten. Landon was pulling her up. Landon fished Abigail out and repeated the process, only this time without performing CPR. Abigail lay on the ground, coughing up a lot of water.
She looked weakly at Landon, who was staring at her silently.
"You..."
Just as Abigail was about to speak, he threw her back into the pool.
Her mind went blank. As she was submerged, she realized that Landon was using this method to get back at her.
Abigail was thrown in and pulled out nearly six times, leaving her barely alive.
This torment was more painful than being beaten to a pulp. Each time, she was on the brink of death. The burning sensation in her organs was not just physical torture but also mental agony. By the sixth time, she thought that if this pain continued, she might as well die.
She lay on the ground, waiting for Landon to throw her in for the seventh time, but after a long wait, he didn't move.
Abigail opened her mouth. After vomiting so many times, her throat hurt terribly, as if it were being cut by a knife every time she spoke.
"You're really petty," she said with difficulty.
Landon ignored her, took off his shirt, wrung out the water, and threw it on the ground. He went to his backpack and took out new clothes to change into.
Seeing him change clothes in front of her, even though it was dark and she couldn't see clearly, Abigail had to admit she was wrong.
He wasn't petty; he was quite generous, not treating her as an outsider at all.
Or maybe he didn't see her as a woman.