I grind my teeth, trying to breathe, but all I get is gulps of him. His smoky breath filling me up, up, up. I was going to explode. Tendrils of terror wrapped around my throat, choking me. I was scared, yes. My mind, my heart. But my body, my sick, fucked-up body, she liked it. She liked it too much. So much that I couldn’t stop her from proving my point.
