Mellisa’s POV
“Oh yeah! Go ahead and tell them that you’re still mine until I say otherwise.” His voice cut through the hum of murmurs in the hall like a blade drawn across glass. The sound of it made my stomach twist, but I didn’t flinch. Not this time as I just stood there, eyes low, lips pressed together, pretending I hadn’t heard him. My focus was on something else entirely which was my clock. I kept stealing quick glances at it, timing the seconds and willing them to move faster.
Every tick was a reminder and every passing second whispered, ‘Hold on, Mellisa. Just a little longer.’
He took a step closer. “I am your master,” he said, his voice dripping with venom. “I can give you anything and I can take it all away. Disobedient dogs get put down, you know.”
And with that, he shoved
