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“Desperate times, Larry. Besides, you know I don’t like the sober me. She has issues.”
“The last person who dared to touch me is now buried six feet under.”
“What are you going to do with me?” My voice is small, fearful. “Whatever I wish.”
She stiffens, even though her fingers grip my shirt. “I can walk on my own.” “You’re missing a shoe.” “I can manage.” “Or you can stay still.”
I hate being under his anything.
“I’m not allowed to talk at all?” I snap. “Not in that tone, no. Five.” “Just stop it, already, and admit that you’re a sick bastard who gets off on spanking me.” “Six.”
don’t stand there, holding a fucking belt, and say that you’re showing mercy.”
“The big deal is that no one looks at you the way I do. No one gets a glimpse at what’s mine.”