HAZEL
When I got out of Axel’s office, I was confused.
Confused between two things that were fighting against each other, whether it didn’t hurt me the way Axel treated me, or whether I didn’t care as long as I got what I wanted.
I told myself I didn’t care. As long as I found a way for him to let me walk away in the end.
'It’s not going to be worth it," I told myself the minute I’m inside my bedroom, it has to be worth it.
The door closed behind me, and the corridor felt too quiet, too normal, like nothing world-altering had just happened. The moment I stepped into my bedroom, my legs almost gave out.
I sat down on the bed, my head everywhere, crowded with thoughts, and suddenly my body caught up with me. Every ache. Every sore place. Every reminder of Axel’s touch and his thrust.
