He yanked hard again.
My body flew forward, knees skidding, face almost hitting the floor. I clawed at my neck, trying to loosen the belt, nails digging into my own skin, choking.
I was dragged inside like a sack, choking, sobbing, legs kicking uselessly. The wooden c**k loomed closer, huge, shiny, and waiting.
Jared stopped in front of the bench. The belt around my throat stayed tight in his fist. He looked down at me, face cold, his eyes soulless.
“Get on the bench, Margaret. On your back.”
I shook my head hard, tears rolling down.
“No… please… I can’t… it’s too big… it will kill me…”
His hand moved so fast I didn’t see it coming. He slapped me hard across the cheek, the sound like a gunshot. My head snapped sideways, ears ringing, fire exploding across my cheek. I tasted blood.
