Amelia's POV
A gasp escaped me.
“W-what do you mean?” I was staring right at this face from the mirror, and I swear there was something unsettling about his eyes. Maybe I should've never ignored it.
He started running his hands through my arms, grabbing my throat from behind and choking me. I didn't like it this time. I didn't like how he was handling me. I honestly felt like I was going to die so I tried to hit him, but he was faster, holding me down, his words soothing as his breath fanned my neck and ears.
“Ease into it. Relax. I won't kill you.”
“Have you killed before?” I still don't know why I asked that. It just felt possible.
“Don't ruin this with stupid questions.”
He released his grip, and it started to feel good, watching the expressions he was making on his face because
