“See?” he whispers. “You’re not his little slut. You can’t even properly swallow a cock.” The graffiti. His sick and twisted games are endless. “You did that?” I seethe through clenched teeth. “You wrote those vile things about me?” He sighs against me. “Forgive me. Tasteless, I know. Not really my style, but...when in Rome, we do as the Romans do, don’t we?” He’s insane.
