think you're alright where you are, sweet thing," he said roughly, licking his lips in that gross toady way that I hoped was because of his Order. "Get on your knees like a good girl. You are a good girl, aren't you?" Nixon looked down at me with a superior kind of triumph on his face and I glared up at him as my lungs began to burn and I had to fight the urge to start convulsing on the floor and gasping for breath. "Say, 'yes Nixy'," he prompted before allowing me to suck in a deep breath.
i want him dead
