THE HORROR OF A NIGHT

"You've been etched on my mind," his lips came into contact with my neck. And my breathing hitched with surprise. "Like a fucking chant."

"No," My voice was barely above a squeak. "You can't make me your plaything anymore!"

"I hate how everything feels mindless without you. How'd you make up for that?" He held firm, one hand grasping my neck and the other tainting my womanhood...