“What do you want from me?” I force out as his grip only gets tighter. He smiles once more, but this time, there’s no amusement in it. Only malice. “I want to hurt you. Punish you. Ruin you. Break you,” he hisses, almost as if he’s actually talking to himself. “I want to make you cry, beg, plead with me for mercy despite the fact that you know it’ll never come.”
