I listened to my father’s voice echoing over the speaker in Slater’s office, but it didn’t feel like I was really hearing it. I sat in the plush chair across from his desk, my hands clenched against the soft leather seat, my knuckles white and screaming in my injured wrist.
Slater was quiet. His beautiful blue eyes were hard and full of a darkness and rage I’d never seen before as he listened to my father scheme on how to get me into the hands of my impending rapist. He looked almost like rabid animal— oozing strength, power, and danger as he stared blankly at the wall.
I felt like I’d stepped on a landmine.
I’d taken his beatings. I’d given him all the money I’d earned. I’d followed every rule, even though they didn’t save me from much.
Yet here I was.. the victim, again.
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