He didn't question it in his head any longer, instead, he stood up and went to put his plate away. He was afraid if he communicated with her long enough, he might not be able to hold back again. He'd saw the misery in her face, he'd realised how much he'd broken her and that, that had hit him deep. For the first time, hurting her, had hurt him. And now, he wasn't sure what to do anymore. He wanted to keep her until he was sure that she wouldn't speak once she left the hell in his house but he also still wanted her. He still wanted her to love him. To surrender to him, but those thoughts were dangerous and he wasn't planning on entertaining them. At least, not yet.
Halting at her touch, he froze up when he felt her small hand grab the back of his shirt. Why was she so stupid? Did she want
