IRIS.
For the next hour after Damon shut the door against me, I remained on the floor, staring at the space before me in a daze.
I was exhausted. Very much exhausted from having to thrash against Damon and hit him like he was going to have some sort of reawakening and let me go.
My throat was still sore and yet again, I was overcome by this feeling of wonder. How the hell was he able to lift me off the ground with so much ease and hold me in place without flinching?
I knew he was a strong man. He looked like he was. Hell, I'd seen him pull down a f*****g door so why did it feel strange each time he did something out of pocket?
Swallowing was slightly difficult for me as he had nearly cracked my wind pipe. I rubbed my throat softly, hoping that would soothe the pain, before pushing m
