Begging will do no good.
I don’t think slitting my throat at this exact moment would make things any different.
He broke me.
Made me love what he did if only for this exhilarating, intoxicating moment.
It consumes me, leaves me drained.
“Stupid fucking whore,” he snaps, pulling from me so violently, I crumple to the floor as he steps back.
The sting of his hand in my hair barely registers, as does the hot spurts of cum as they splash across my face and tits.
Instinctively, I reach up to wipe my eyes.
“Touch it and I’ll slit your throat.”
I believe him. God help me, I believe this man will do exactly what he says.
My eyes remained closed, but I sense him backing away.
I don’t have the strength to move, to stand or leave the room.
The crash of adrenaline controls me, the chemicals in my brain making my body tremble uncontrollably.
I hate it.
I fucking hate him.
My mouth pulls up at the corners as I start to drift.
Feeding my monsters has never felt so good.
Chapter 9
Angel
Everything is pissing me off today.
The sunshine.
The happy chatter around me in the diner.
Even the fucking perfectly cooked eggs on my damn plate make me livid.
After tossing Lauren’s bag into the motel room and leaving her lying on the floor where she slept last night, I swore to put it all behind me.
I’ve tried. With each breath I’ve taken since walking away, I’ve attempted to just forget the fucking she-devil.
It’s impossible.
With each turn of my head, the cut she made on my neck pulls, a constant reminder of her attempt at bravery.
Each time I pick up my coffee cup, the fresh scabs on my knuckles either flash in my line of vision or they sting when broken open again.
My cock threatens to thicken with every fucking move I make.
I haven’t spoken except for ordering today, and even the gravel in my tone from growling things in her ear, degrading her, makes me want to go back to the room and do it all over again.