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I spent the next few minutes stewing over how much I wanted Catherine to pay. How I wanted her to pay. I'd never actually wanted to kill anyone before, but I definitely wanted to kill her. Because I hated that she'd not only humiliated me and stolen my dignity, but that she'd made me totally f*****g helpless to do a damned thing about it at the same time.
She'd also ripped my shirt from me, taking the last scrap of clothing I'd had left.
I didn't think I'd ever hate another being as much as I hated her right then. Didn't think it possible to hate so much. The sensation built a solid ball of nausea in my gut and burned a hole of fury through my brain—both of which seemed to be growing with each passing minute, while I lay there with no other outlet for my feelings. Hell, I didn't even
