He shakes his head. “Because I’d go insane without being able to watch you. I do hate you. I hate who you are, but I can’t stop thinking about your cunt strangling my cock while I throttle you. I picture you covered in blood that isn’t yours. My name on your lips. Screaming for more while you apologise over and over and fucking over again.” He presses the barrel harder to my forehead. “Hate is not the word I would use when it comes to you.”
