“This is the last time I’m going to fuck you. I don’t want you to touch me ever again. I hate it. I hate the way your hands feel on my skin,” he says in a low, disdainful voice. His arms wrap around my shoulders and lift me until my chest is against his. “I hate you,” I say, biting back tears as I try shoving him away from me, but his arms are secured around me. “I fucking hate you! You think I want to be tied up in this psychotic underworld with you of all people?!”
Sigh
