Finally free of his grip, I skittered as far away from him as I could, my body still trembling from the encounter. He stamped his cigarette into my dilapidated slice of pizza. Not that I’d have eaten it anyway, with my stomach roiling and acids burning my throat. Sneering back at me, he strode out of the room. Not a minute later, the door clicked, announcing his exit, and I let out an exhale.
