His arm tightens again as he grunts, “Heavy.” This bastard. I’m still terrified, but his shitty comment is enough to spur me out of this frozen state. I claw at the hand over my mouth. My filed short nails barely even scratch his skin. “Knock that off.” He gives me a little shake. “I like ’em heavy.”
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