His Doomsday Cage of Ten Years Regret Chapter 07

His Doomsday Cage of Ten Years Regret Chapter 07

A dark shadow fell over me without a sound.

I jolted out of my memories and snapped back to the present.

It was Peyton.

He stood in the doorway and jiggled the key in his hand.

I gestured for him to come in.

Truth be told, he would have come in whether I gestured or not.

I let out a bitter laugh.

“You weren’t like this before.”

Not before the apocalypse, and not in my past life either.

We’d argued plenty of times, but no matter how bad our fights got, Peyton always put my feelings

first.

He’d hand me water once I’d worn myself out yelling.

He’d back down the second I was ready to make peace.

Even when he was fuming, if I said I wanted a kiss, he’d swallow his anger and take care of me first.

Now he was acting like a total bandit.

“Mm.”

Peyton didn’t argue or explain-he just admitted it.

His lack of resistance left me completely confused.

We sat in awkward silence for a long while.

The tension got too much to bear, so I spoke first.

“What are you even trying to do?”

“I want you to stay alive.”

I fell silent for a few seconds.

“I thought you planned on sticking around to die right alongside me?”

Peyton’s expression shifted.

I perched on the edge of the bed, swinging my legs and grinning with a creepy edge.

“You promised you’d stick with me, remember?

I’ve been waiting for you.”

Peyton froze for two beats, then shot to his feet.

“You-you…”

I dropped the eerie tone.

“Alright, I’m joking. Sit down. Let’s talk this out properly.”

“After that, we part ways once and for all.”

Peyton sat down across from me.

I laid out every detail of how I’d used him, apologizing sincerely.

“I’ll own up to using you, sure. But you definitely got your fair share out of dating me for a full year.

If it really bothers you that much, name whatever you want once I’m better off down the line, and

I’ll make it up to you.”

Peyton undid the buttons at his collar and drew several deep, ragged breaths.

He ground his teeth as he forced out the question.

“Did you ever have even a little bit of genuine feelings for me?”

I lowered my gaze, pushing down the restless feeling in my chest.

“You and Winnie make a pretty good pair-”

Peyton lunged forward in an instant.

He pinned me beneath the bedcovers and slapped me hard through the blanket.

“Whatever went on between Winnie and me is water under the bridge!”

“Every time we interacted, there were other people around. I never spoke to her alone even once!”

“Did you ever trust me at all?”

“And you twisted things around and accused me of losing interest in you?”

“Every time we got intimate, you got sick afterward. How could I risk making you ill in this world?”

“I held back every intimate advance even when I was burning with need, and this is how you see

me?”

He landed one slap with every sentence, not holding back. I let out muffled yelps beneath the

covers.

“I’ve put up with you all day, Peyton! You’re hitting a woman now?”

“Try laying another hand on me and see what happens!”

“Don’t give me that ancient history crap! If you truly have nothing to hide, speak up plainly!”

“Can’t you see how your crew treats me, or are you blind?”

“I’m cutting all ties with you permanently! I’d rather make out with a zombie than touch +get out!”

you again

I twisted under the blanket and glared at him, wishing I could sink my teeth into his throat.

If he’d just let me go, we could settle this with a real fight.

I thrashed wildly, nearly breaking free.

Just as I was about to slip away, Peyton grabbed my jaw and kissed me hard, his eyes dark and

vicious.

“Make out with a zombie? Would it make you whimper like this just the same?”

Small noises escaped my throat against my will.

Humiliated, I bit down hard. The metallic taste of blood flooded both our mouths.

“I’ll kill you!”

Desperation gave me a surge of strength I didn’t know I had, and I threw Peyton off me.