Talia's POV
"I'm so sorry." I repeated. I did not want the tears, but they came away. It was corny, like I was looking for a way out of the mess I had created. It almost felt, to me, as if I was trying to blackmail him emotionally, somewhat. Where he'd have to not shout at me because I was already a puddle. More embarrassing is that I was naked, I could not even get up. It really was so much. I had never been more humiliated. What the hell was I thinking?! I couldn't look at his face, I was disappointed in myself enough, with the slightest push, I'd slit my own throat and call it all off.
"What do you think?" He asked. I hate how oblivious he was to the fact that I was ashamed. I was properly humiliated, sitting naked on his bed and having him watch me like I was a show. He wasn't
