A livid Q paced, his perfect shoes kicking up wisps of fog. Fight dammit! Se battre comme vous le faites toujours! Fight like you always do! His voice seeped through my stupor, making me hate myself.
I doubled over, almost falling off the plastic chair. The shackles around my wrists were the only thing keeping me upright.Pain resonated like a marching band in my tummy, but I welcomed it. This might be the end. They might kill me.
The next blow was to my thigh, cracking so loud I was sure my leg was broken. I welcomed the pain, adding it to all the rest. Compounding it until my heart raced and pumped, hurtling me closer to blacking out.Someone hit me around the ear.A fist connected with my cheekbone.
They hurt me beyond hurt—they catapulted me into agony, but they never went too far. They restrained from killing me.Each punishment hurt more than the last and I sobbed freely in my bindings. Every part of me wept for freedom.
I can’t do this anymore. I want out. I want to die.
Finally, something sharp pricked my skin, and another dose of medicine sent me cartwheeling into nightmares.I told you that Rose is…just not herself. She needs Max to bring her back around. I think she wanted more from him than sex, even though she talked about that a lot.
Rolling his eyes, he says, That’s great to hear. I like the fact that my girlfriend discusses sexual fantasies about my lawyer with her friend. I guess I should be thankful they haven’t slept together yet. Otherwise, you’d have more knowledge of him than I could handle.Aww, I coo as I slide my feet into a pair of low-heeled sandals. You know you’re the only one I want to see or imagine naked. When you’ve got the best, why would you possibly think about the rest? I squeal in shock as he grabs me from behind and swings me around.
I fucking love you and your smart mouth. He laughs before putting me back on my feet.The doorbell chimes before I can reply. I know it’s Sam so I take off in that direction to let him in. A quick glance through the peephole confirms my assumption and I throw open the door. Morning, Sam, I say as I step back to wave him in.