SASHA
Svetlana. The name detonates in my gut and makes me want to throw up whatever is left in there. Memories assault me, screaming, begging, sweat, the pungent smell of piss.
Aiden shuts his eyes for a moment as if trying to reign in his rage. He remembers, in fact I think he had it worse than me.
I know not to protest, I did it last time and it only worsened her ‘methods’.
I exhale and try to ignore the tremors in my fingers.
Aiden inches closer, as if being careful not to trigger me, “Sasha," he murmurs, I already know what he wants to suggest, and it's not possible. “Svetlana… she's a last resort, We can Stall, you can refuse to go there.”
“No,” I grit out. “We both know how that ended the last time, I'm not going for a repeat.”
Aiden glares at me, he knows fully well that
