You brought this on yourself, do you understand me? Say you understand.” When I remain silent, his hand painfully grips a fistful of my hair and he gives me a shake. “Say, ‘I understand, Shay.’” “I-I understand, Shay,” I hiccup through my tears. “Say, ‘I will do what you tell me, Shay.’” “I will do what you tell me, Shay,” “Say that you are mine!” I swallow back the lump in my throat and whisper, “I’m yours.”
