I was frozen in place.
That was the only way that I could explain what was happening to me, the only way for me to explain how my body was reacting to what Hades had just said. It was as if I was nothing more than a mere statue, a replica of the real me, a replica of the me that could actually move, and put a stop to things that weren’t right. Because this wasn’t right. It shouldn’t be right. But for some reason, I wasn’t succeeding in putting a stop to it, wasn’t succeeding in bringing down my arm, or raising my other one to stop him.
Not that he was really doing anything either.
It was just that hand of his, that hand of his that was still trailing up and down my midriff, taunting me with the way that it moved, with the way that it lingered when it got to the lowest point that it c
