This monster wants to benefit from a child. My child. And he will force me to be with him. This time I can’t get angry… or suppress the urge to puke fast enough. I turn to my right and hurl my guts out. When I turn back to my captor, his face is scrunched up in a sneer, and he is slightly green around the nose. Guess you are not such a big fan of bodily fluids, huh? I scoff and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.
“The combination of your insolence and some bad potatoes got the best of me, sorry.“, I drawl. Then, in the flash of a second, he gives ‚golf club ‘a nod, and I’m pressed up against the closest tree—one of his massive hands around my neck.
“You went too far there, sweetheart.“
My bare heels scratch against the bark of the tree. I feel my eyes burn, and my lungs hurt from t
