“Will you let me out now?” “Yes. I will.” “Thank you.” “Just not yet.” He inhales sharply. “Millie…” “I’m going to let you out.” My calm voice belies the pounding in my chest. “But before I do, you have to be punished for what you did to me.” “Don’t play this game,” he growls. “You don’t have the stomach for it.”
He met his match
