It takes me a few seconds to understand what she’s referring to. The moment I do, a cold chill runs down my spine. She said “they.” Plural. I thought she may have been in an abusive relationship with some psycho who drugged her.
I let go of her face and quickly remove my jacket, throwing it toward the middle of the room where she won’t see it. Then, I start undoing my tie. The girl looks down, her gaze locking onto my hands as I’m pulling at the knot, and the shaking in her body intensifies.
“Look at me.” I manage to form the words, speaking evenly so I don’t frighten her. It’s difficult because the anger raging inside of me is threatening to erupt. “Look at my eyes. Good girl. I’m throwing it away, okay?” I let the tie fall to the floor.
The moment the tie is out of view, her body r
