“Beg,” I demanded. “Beg for me, and maybe I’ll consider forgiving you for the time being.” They shifted on all fours, their eyes trailing back up to mine as the shards of broken glass crunched under their knees. Fuck, were they gonna— They placed one hand in front of the others, their knees following behind them as they crawled on the dirty, bloody floor. Their movements slow and languid as they let me take in exactly what they were doing—like they didn’t notice the mirror cutting into their knees and palms.
