“Your nipples are so hard.” He squeezes some more until a whimper leaves my lips. “See? They’re all tight and sensitive so maybe they like the opposite of nice, too.”
I purse my lips together, scared that an alien sound would come out.
“Fuck.” His metallic eyes fill with wonder.
He continues pinching and twirling my nipple, but it’s not his focus. His entire attention is on the angry red marks he left around my scar.
Biting down the sensations going through my body, I stare, incredulous. “Do you get off on causing people pain?”
His gaze reluctantly leaves my chest to meet my eyes. A sheen of indifference covers his features, sealing whatever interest sparked earlier. “Are you in pain?”
“No, but I’m uncomfortable. Spare me your attention.”
“Why?” He pinches my nipple hard.
My lips tremble as I try to gather my wits around me. “You’re toxic. And oh, you ruined my life for two years.”
He leans over, lips ghosting on the shell of my ear sending chills to the bottom of my stomach as he whispers, “Not enough.”
“What have I done to you?” My voice trembles around the words.
“You exist.”
Tears rim my eyes at his words.
Somewhere deep inside, I agree with Kim. Aiden doesn’t bully anyone else in school — not even her. He doesn’t go out of his way to trap others as he does me.
“Why me?” I shout. “Why the fuck is it my life you decided to ruin? Was it a toss of a coin? Did you wake up that day and decided it would be me?”
His hand wraps around my neck and he squeezes. It’s tight enough to make me beg for air and show that he’s the one in control.
That he can in any second squeeze the life out of me.
“Do you think I was destroying you?” he asks with a dark voice. “You’ve seen nothing, Frozen.”
I try to push at his chest, but he reaches his free hand to my nipple and pinches it while squeezing my neck harder.
I can’t breathe.
I can’t freaking breathe.
My lungs choke on non-existent air as I thrash and claw at his hand and arms.
My eyes bulge, feeling every nerve ending tingling. Lightheadedness grips me and everything turns hazy.
“The more you fight, the harder I squeeze.” He swipes his tongue along my parted bottom lip and whispers against my mouth, “You’re smart, aren’t you, sweetheart?”
My hands tremble as I drop them to either side of me.
He loosens his hand the slightest bit to allow some air in. I gulp it greedily, my lungs and eyes burning with oxygen.
“Good girl,” he twirls his thumb over my nipple as I tremble with tiny bursts of breath.
“You could’ve stayed away, Frozen.” His voice is dark and chilling like a moonless night. “But you had to start the war.”
What…?
“Elsa?” Coach Nessrine calls from the door.