“If you truly want to leave after reading through all those documents, then be my guest,” he said, peering over his shoulder. “But if I’ve read you right, you won’t want to.”
just think it’s funny that you intentionally gloss over the fact that someone has accompanied him to this gala because you believe you’re better than me. But I can promise you, your spiky heels don’t make you better than me.”
“Don’t you fucking touch me,” I warned. But the lumbering man simply grinned before he picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder. “Let go of me!” I shrieked.
Then, as if my best friend were coming to hang out with me, darkness took over my vision. Dragging me under, just like it always had. At least there was one thing I could count on in life. Even if it was the darkness.