he lashed out, grabbing me by the throat and hauling me toward him. “Is this what you want? Is this what you prefer? Fear, horror, the monster. Hmmm?” He pressed the pad of his thumb into my mouth, salty and calloused against my tongue, and it took everything I had not to suck on it. “You want me to take so that you don’t have to give, so that you can feel less like a freak for wanting it.”
