“Good boy,” she whispers in my ear, even though I cut her words off as I grab her neck. She isn’t startled the slightest bit and I don’t know what I need to do for her to understand a few things about me. “I could kill you in a matter of seconds,” I hiss, my grip on her tightening. “Could snap your neck like a fuckin’ twig.” And, of course, Ruby moans in response. No sense of self-preservation at all.
