e fear he'd cut me with it propelled me to jerk

ghtened his grip around the tip where h

g down his hand, my stomach churning. If he's in

out his wounded palm, I willingly splay my hand to let him have the knife. As soon as I do

wn my cheek with his bloodied han

that our eyes meet. The fear he'll do something untowar

a what's going throu

of my neck. I swallow the lump in my throat, my eyes fe

d, the knife slowly descends my torso until it gets to my breast an

ng sense of discomfort ripples through me, but

rough my heart. If you can't, I swear I'll fuck you with it

oesn't strike me as a quest

iskly shaking

n't, so you bette

That's when my sanity returns and I can breathe fine again. It doesn't take

sor

en't sorry for messing with my emotions - how can yo

Ethan. We were kids. I co

rality. A teenager who knew what he wanted, and from the moment he sets his eye

nd. If I knew the kind of kid he was from the

with his unwounded hand, elici

ressure in my head wrench unsteady whimpers from me

forces the handle into my grip before going to

floating vanity and unlatch it, retrieving

shiver down my spine, and bile rush up my throat when nausea kicks in. Regret set

s what he

g used my thumb to apply pressure on it. It only comes to my notice that he

use eyes, which makes it difficult for me to read him. All the same

ut to snip off the excess gauze with a trauma shear, I hear

in stride and focus on what I'm doi

rom me. Roughly, he pushes me backward to the shower glass enclosure by my neck and

ond the cold water lashes down

ook into each other's eyes, a medley of

your white T-shirt?" He inches closer, our lips only a hairbreadth apart as he says, his silky voice takin

kles th

the same space. Oh, Vio, you can nev

t the water has soaked my satin robe till my nipples are vis

surprised at my successful attempt. I gingerly trot on the marble floor

r me, I make it to the room. Not so lucky, as he seizes me again by my hair

ke to you?" he raves with fury. "Playtime

d full-length mirror in the corner of the bedroom. As we stand in front of the mirr

ade in heaven, but your slutty nature ruined it for us." Rel

rl who walks past the coffee shop where I worked, every morning. H

is women. The rumors might just be true. Ethan's g

o this house. You're the lu

s the wall partitions into the size of a doorway. I am t

xquisite bedroom, but what I see after we ge

ng red and black theme. What petrifies me are the ph

vive, someone was busy stalki

one something applaudable while I'm in tears. "You're a psychopath,

ps closer and pulls me into his arms, my back to his body as he wr