I grimace up at Famine, breathing through my nose to keep my emotions under control. “I wanted to hurt you.” He raises his eyebrows. “My balls are sore, little flower, I’ll give you that.” I feel my cheeks flush with anger even as the horror of my situation sets in. “Fuck you.” The horseman presses his boot down harder against me. “You tried that already, remember? I still don’t want your pussy.”
