“And what was that for?” He seethes. I choke. “For using me as some type of sex energy doll! For manhandling me! For lying to me all those weeks!” A deathly silence drifts between us. The fear starts to wrap around my neck. It squeezes. “Do it again.” “What?” I stiffen. My mind screams that it’s a trick, that I ought to run, to find someone to help me. But he steps closer, silencing any hope of running. “Hit me again. You know you want to.” “Sin—” “Fucking hit me, Saddo! Lord knows I’ve deserved it.”
