“I hate you,” I said. “Sit up,” she commanded. I listened to her and looked up at her. Through the darkness of the room, I could barely make out her facial features, but her bright-red eyes cut through everything. “I hate you,” I said louder, needing some type of reaction from her. “Arms up.” I obeyed again. She slipped the dress over my head. “I hate you.” “Get under the covers.”
Keir i NEED YOU NEOW
