And then later that evening…
Right, she choked me out.
Blood suddenly boils in my veins at the memory. I completely forgot that episode.
My thumb flips through my living room camera footage on the night when Droga, Callie, and Kat walked into my villa.
I was way too drunk then, but the footage refreshes my memory as my eyes focus on the screen.
There are four of us. I am facing Droga and Callie. Kat is behind me, walking slowly, like she is circling the prey—me, of all people—the nerve!
And then her head snaps toward me.
What the hell did I say? I can’t recall.
Next, she jumps me from the back, straddling my hips, her arm wrapping around my neck as she chokes me out, jumps off softly like a cat back onto the floor, and lets my body sink down.
The fuck…
I pause the footage, my stomach dropping so low I feel like gravity is increasing. That looked like some movie shit. And I can’t believe that the person who went down onto the floor is me.
I rewind and rewatch that part again.
Jump. Straddle. Choke. Holding my body as I go the fuck down.
I can’t stop watching. And not because of how flawlessly it’s been done. But because it’s a pretty girl making me sink to the floor like a rag doll.
Fuck…
I keep watching the video further. A minute after Droga and Callie are gone, Kat sits on her haunches by my motionless body, checks my pulse, and then…
A smile spreads on her lips as she taps my nose with her forefinger.
A fucking tap!
Like I am a kid.
I see red. And rewind that moment again.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
On repeat.
And her smile.
Katura. Fucking. Ortiz.
I’m gonna…
I don’t finish the thought.
I will make her pay. I will fuck the hell out of her.
Yes, you are screwed, kitten. Or will be. So many times, you will beg for mercy. I’ll put a leash on you and fuck you until you tap out.