“I’m done giving you time,” he murmurs, his cool reserve now shifting to something else, something menacing and unstable. “I am done waiting. 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.”
This is too much bro
