Pepper
When Hugh says I should be dead, my brain registers the threat, but my limbs won’t react. I get up and stumble toward the door, only to have Hugh catch my arm roughly.
“Ouch,” I whine, tripping backward as he propels me toward the bed.
He looks deranged, like he’s on drugs or something. What in the hell is going on?
He pushes me and I fall onto my back on the mattress. Then Hugh’s on top of me, tearing open my shirt. Confusion swirls through my foggy brain. He wants me dead? Or he’s going to f**k me.
Oh God.
Omigod, omigod, omigod.
I’ve been here before.
I’ve been here, beneath Hugh, struggling to get him off.
More than once.
And like now, I couldn’t make my limbs move. Those times, he had s*x with me and I wanted to puke. I couldn’t make it stop.
Not this time.
I shove
