Without a word he grabbed my wrist, I didn't miss how he refused to touch my skin, part of me wished he would. It begged for his touch, screamed for it . The part of me that thought that his touch was worth the pain, worth the burning torrent of inferno that raged inside of me.
I suppressed the coiling regret that warped itself like a serpent around my heart, I shouldn't have told him. Would he think of me differently now? Would he not want me anymore. My chest clenched, I wouldn't blame him if he didn't. As Daniel always said, nobody wants somebody else's used property.
The thought of that monster I had once loved sent a pang of anger, hurt and even betrayal through my chest.
They would pay. They would all pay.
He led me down a dark hallway, where the wood floors and finely painted w
