Elizabeth knelt down to pull her clothes out of the bag, and began getting dressed again. She threw Sawyer’s shirt across to him without turning to look at him.
“That mad, huh?” she span around and glared at him; the only confirmation he needed. “I know it wasn’t a nice thing to do to you, but it worked.”
“Not a nice thing to do to me? That's how you're framing this? You’re a f*****g sadist; how far were you going to take that? Were you going to attack me if I didn’t manage to change? Because that felt pretty do or die to me, no matter what you are insisting now. It’s easy to say you wouldn’t have hurt me when you didn’t end up needing to. You were ready to rip out my throat as easily as you did to Ethan and to Gabrielle and I was pretty f*****g close to doing the same to you.”
“Don’t.
