“Who are you?” His fingers constrict tighter around my neck. Without thinking, I tip my head back to expose more of it for him. Fuck. The pain he’s giving me only seems to be confusing my body, strangling the panic seeking weakness in my brain. I don’t think I want him to stop. “Batman,” I wheeze. “Wait, shit. Redo. I’m your worst nightmare. Does that sound more threatening?”
